Three hundred and sixty-nine days ago I walked out of my office job for the last time, head high and ready to take on a month-long holiday and a planned foray into the world of becoming a self-employed, self-contained, wholly independent businesswoman.
Two months and eight days ago, I spent the first half-hour of my newly opened business peering not-so-surreptitiously out the window, hoping for my first students to please-please-please arrive, whilst Kuni from Head Office looked on, trying not to laugh.
…continue reading kale, lamb & peach salad
Now that the weather is (finally) taking a turn for the cooler and we’ve no more got the excuse of “but it was just Christmas!” to explain away our kitchen lethargy, it seems there is nothing to do but get back into the swing of things.
Home cooked meals. Preferably at least 50% vegetable matter. No-dessert-days.
Hey you! (Yes, you.) Put down that extra slice of cake.
…continue reading roasted mushrooms & ricotta on toast
It all started with a bushel of good intentions.
Run daily. Only one piece of cake per day. Do your work. Sleep well. Hydrate.
And then New Year’s Eve tumbled into a sad and sorry New Year’s Day tumbled into a three (!) week long cold (starting on Boxing Day, for those who think my mathematical skills are somewhat lacking) tumbled into watching all of the Mad Men and David Attenborough and tennis that a body can handle before stumbling off to get more Thai takeaway.
…continue reading speedy sushi & quick pickled carrots
Oh I know you’re all hankering for that cheesecake recipe (and boy am I hankering for another slice of said cheesecake) but you’ll have to wait until maybe Monday or Tuesday because I couldn’t help but bust this guy out into the internet first.
Mainly because of its insides.
Make that its delicious layered green, cheesy insides.
…continue reading swirly spanakopita pie
I’m a strange kind of supermarket shopper.
Maybe not strange. Quirky perhaps? Certainly not efficient.
You see, I get this urge to walk up and down every single aisle before finishing my shop, ostensibly so I don’t forget anything. (Honestly, because I am a discount shopping marketer’s dream and get suckered in to at least one reduced-stickered item every time).
All this would be fine if my shopping was limited to just one supermarket. Except that, um, mine isn’t.
…continue reading torn pasta with burnt butter, salmon & dill