I work very hard during the week and hardly get to do all I wanted to do. I suppose this is the case for just about everyone I know, there seems to always be a major lack in time, so on weekend mornings I like to keep it simple. Seeing as I wake up very… Continue reading Banana, Apple, Dates Milkshake
I am not very good at following recipes. Directions in general I have no problem with, but I do realise that it’s just what they are – directions – and I can go any direction I would like as long as I get there in the end. I have a particular fondness for getting lost.… Continue reading Creamy, Cheesy, Nutty Pasta
I don’t write nearly as much as I should and I don’t cook as much as I’d like.
I always loved writing, the way that every jot and tittle got together to make a letter, then a word, then a sentence and then a story. How can ink and some paper describe somebody’s life? But it does.
To me, writing is a natural extension of my “artistic” disposition, it doesn’t matter whether I use images, words, wool or food, it is all for the same purpose. What I am really doing is letting me out and letting you in. Everything about me defines who I am and to me, there is a lot to words. They are much like tools; if they are used correctly you could easily extract who I am.
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