I don’t like food waste. Even food left on my plate at the end of a meal, I’m still eating it! So if there are leftover ingredients in my fridge that need using ASAP, off I go to the land of Google and Pinterest to enter random food key words to try and magic up some kind of meal idea.
Enter marinated tikka chicken.
It’s been ruddy tough to make sure I’ve kept my brain occupied during Lockdown and during mental health recovery. Don’t get me wrong, probably 55% of my days have been laying, unmotivated in my own depressive filth, however the remaining have been unofficially sponsored by the following:
Recipes that require pasta, chorizo and limited amounts of washing up will always be a winner in my eyes.
I’m trying to keep myself existing in a world that is currently unbelievably hard to exist in, without depression even being involved.
Everything was starting to go so well. Swimmingly. On the up. Coming up Milhouse.
Was.
I love cooking for people. I love dinner parties. I love hearing people make happy good food noises as they eat what I’ve prepared and served them. However 8 times out of 10 it will be lasagne. Continue reading
Self-isolation has been so hard so far. All routines are out the window, normality is now all about finding a new normal, but I’m slowly discovering things about myself as I attempt to survive in these updated circumstances… Continue reading
I’m rubbish at buying fresh veg; it’s ruddy delicious and all, but I’m such an impulsive, lazy human that I end up just forgetting it’s in the fridge. So I made a pledge with myself to only have frozen vegetables unless I was going to use them immediately.
It’s been a while, folk. Where do I begin?
*UPDATE – baby girl returned okay after 57 long hours*
I’ll never really understand people who’ll say “oh, she’s just a cat.”
Luna has been missing for over 40 hours now. I feel numb, yet every part of my body aches.
Four weeks ago I had to call the crisis team.
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