Shiny happy people

Had a funny dream the other night that I was giving a speech at my (heavily feminist) wedding. I was winningly telling the guests how much I love Louis because he makes me the person I want to be- a more shiny version. And I had a heckler! This rude person shouted back " yeah only shiny when he comes on your face". How rude and untrue.
Well you're uninvited!

What is actually shiny is the sheen of melted cheese on top of this cauliflower pizza I just made. It's meant to be a healthy alternative to dough. You grate cauliflower and mix it with egg and chopped garlic and oregano and basil. I was going to make twice the recipe amount, thus buying twice the amount of cheese listed made sense. But then I got fed up of grating cauliflower and my skin (so similar looking) and ended up with less cauliflower- more Parmesan and mozzarella.
I laid out the base on a baking tray and blanketed it with with much more mozzarella, ringed red onion, and sliced tomatoes. I had it with just as oily sweet potato chips.

It was delicious but I had a greasy tongue in my mouth all night.

Hot and brothered

After some fun evenings playing Hansel and Gretel with Sam...
Not really, his food bowl just happens to be too near the open fire. Anyway- I was pretty worn out. I really needed to unwind.

I made, well, actually Mum made- which is even more relaxing, this Tunisian chickpea broth.


Its a broth of chickpeas, stock, onions, cumin, harissa, lemon. Over a chunk of crusty bread in a bowl. Top with chopped pepper and a poached egg. It was amazing. Sam and I have eaten it for the last four lunches. I'm fattening him up....

Acid trip

Louis asked me if I'd ever done drugs the other day. Well... I don't think so. Sometimes the grains from others' noses might have flown accidentally into my enlarged facial pores on the air con breeze but other than that..

There was that time I put speed into mine and a sleeping Bob's drink at 3AM, wondering how else we could get through till 6am in a club in Nottingham. But I felt bad straight away and removed it. Then we just went back to Alex's to begin hogging the bed.

Revising hard now I'm not even relying much on paracetemol or coffee, but I have totally overdosed on pineapple chunks. Granny likes to buy them for me as they're from Costa Rica...and I also went there once. I also get mango because I once told her a patient ate five in a row.

Anyway, I ate an entire pineapple in one sitting and now I feel HIGH. and Sick. I thought the come down would come the day after?

A more sensible way to eat pineapple would be to make pineapple upside down cake which i'd like to make after exams to celebrate. That and warm custard. That would surely end a club night and have people drugged into their duvets.

Properly squashed

Seeing as my foraging is going so successfully Bob and I thought we'd take it to the South Bank. We happened upon a lovely stretch of raised beds of vegetation cared for by users of a mental health charity. Mmmm. How kind of them. Don't mind if we do.

But then we saw the sign. Oh dear. Spit that out.

It's just not safe to live in London anymore.

I rushed back to Monks Kirby to forage leeks, potatoes, mushrooms, and broccoli from the fridge for tonight's dinner.

You're knicked!

My self esteem sky rocketed recently when I realised that clearly I taste SO good that Lexie practically ripped a pair of my knickers off my body and munched them up. I tried to get them back but he was enjoying them so much.

"Mmm woof woof I'd give you a Michelin star for these woof woof".

 Ahh thanks Lex. You might as well finish them.

Do you know what else tastes as good?

The mushroom and leek pie I made when Louis visited me. It was overflowing with juices. We finished it off with red cabbage, mash potato and some green veg to give us a bit more strength for gobbling up a second helping.

Angela Gircle

Ever wanted to not pull on a night out? Ever wanted to only discuss boys and monthly pains? Ever wanted to create a restaurant of entirely girls in your own home? Well we succeeded in three at once recently chez Chaz. Chaz had invited me and Bob, Anna had her friends and Rebecca had hers.

Somehow Rebecca managed to pull off dinner for 16 of sausages, green mash and copious amounts of gravy. Whoops sorry 'only veggie girl'. Only meat gravy. And whoops drowning your plate. Why don't you scrape it off with a knife? Or I could lick it off? Your face?

It was lovely. Very "bustling". We kept having to go in Chaz's room for a bit of ambience. Why doesn't Jamie Oliver ever think of that? Maybe if he'd ever move from his restaurant table he'd lose some of that "I'm famous" weight. 

Bottling out of freshers week (circa 2012 or something)

 When I started university (again..) Granny rang me up to say that she hoped I wasn't going to  be one of those getting drunk in freshers week. She'd seen them in the paper.  I heartily agreed with her.
I was going to be busy preserving fruit  rather than my modesty anyway.

First I had a few new squeezes to attend to. No that that kind! My hands are more than full with Louis. I had stewed crabapples juicing in an old sheet so I could strain all the liquid through to get liquid for jelly. I had rosehips warming in a pan. Blackberries in the freezer. And pears still to be peeled. All needing my knowing fingers' attention.

Mum said I should say to my new classmates the next day. "I bet none of you did this last night?"
"Mum we're in Leicester... When I meet someone who knows what a crabapple is I'll let you know..."