Welp! Learnt a new fact this entire morning that lentils move your bowels – big time. But it’s a lesson that I am very happy to learn because it came from having a big helping of last night’s lentil soup which roughly translates to the soup being very tasty which (if you’re still following my logic flow) means that the soup was a success.
Yep, dinner last night was a general success (I suppose)! After all the garlic and onion peeling and chopping, what came out were rather lovely dishes – spiced lentil soup, aubergine stew (lovely with freshly toasted crusty baguette) and a roasted cauliflower and sweet potato salad, made perfect when topped with yogurt, sun-dried tomatoes and some feta crumbling (cheese makes everything good your argument is invalid lactose intolerant individuals. Go have some cheese now and pay for it in the toilet later). I’m glad I have an entire holiday to make more dishes and figure out the success to being a good cook without all the EFFING VULGARITIES *cues Mr Ramsay*
In other news, lovely weather today with an equally lovely wedding of a cousin (finding each other again after 17 years of dwaddling around with other people who weren’t right for them) It’s one of the rare times where I’m not being phatic when I say that the whole thing is “beautiful”.
It really is
Well as I bask in the beauty of the weather and the rest of the day, I hope you all do too and have a lovely weekend with the rest of your family, pets absolutely included.
GO HAVE SOME CHEESE.
Mulling over muesli and coffee laughing at the myriad of explosions of prom pictures on facebook (not because most people ironically end up looking like a laugh and fresh out of the circus after all the effort -that they try to disguise as effortless-), but because I was having a much better time kicking back with my sister over sausages, sauerkraut and beer. And we didn’t have to walk like we had poles stuck up our asses that comes from wearing dresses and heels. For us anyway.
Spending my wednesday afternoon in a cosy little far-flung apartment with oldies on the radio, helping my cousin with her crochet toys (check them out here) with Quinn, a dog with her vocal chords removed and Zumi, a dog rescued from a puppy mill. It’s all good
Just a little something to inspire your midweek
P.s You know what’s liberating? It’s when the only plan you have is to try and beat your assholean body clock to wake up only when half the day is over, but wake up at 6:45am anyway because you need to poop last night’s pizza and mojito out, but can finish pooping, watch some cooking videos and read a few recipes online, and then go back to bed again – just because you can.
It’s also knowing that any time I want to feel the Christmasy feeling or listen to Michael Bublé for free in the shops (again why Christmas is like, the best evar) because I’m too stingy to buy his album fo real and too lazy to download it from online because it involves technology and I’m scared as hell of it, all I have to do is take the train down to town and me and myself, together with our good cup of coffee or tea in hand, can look at beautiful books, items and beautiful furniture and we can do absolutely anything like play pretend to be a rich heiress, try on a bazillion outfits, pretend we’re going to take it, stoke the joy of the sales assistant, pretend to receive a phone call, say you’ll be back to get the clothes and then promptly never return. And cross your toes and fingers that you actually won’t have to return in the future.
I’m so mean at 7 in the morning.
I’m so mean at 7 in the morning.