Posts Tagged ‘food’

“I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me.”

-Real World by Matchbox 20

Sharpies are possibly the most amazing things in the world…next to food. Sharpies draw on anything! Glass, tin, wood, people and much to my amusement….food! (I do hope they are not toxic!oh well!) It started with melons….which while shopping, I discovered look just like minions. And reduced melons are even better!

So I bought one….going back the next day to provide my new minion melon with a friend.


As much fun as this was to do….it proved to be quite a moral dilemma in the long run, because when you want to eat the melon you have to kill the minion.

You cant kill a minion, they are just too…minion-y and cute!

The killing of the minion was left to me….it was a sad day.


Ah well I did want to be a butcher when I grew up!

Drawing on the melons was thoroughly amusing and I loved it….so much so that I found myself wandering round the flat with a sharpie in my hand looking for things to draw on.

Not great when you rent!!!

Fortunately my flatmate was spared….because I had to devise a way to differentiate the boiled eggs from the normal eggs…..


I do like to be organised!


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“Oh yes it’s noodle night

And the feeling’s right

Oh yes it’s noodle night

Oh what a night (oh what a night)”

-My flatmate and I, Edinburgh 2012-13

Thursdays are a busy day. Thursdays are a long day. I’m also pretty sure that my Thursdays start before everybody elses and end a lot later.

Both my flatmate and myself get home fairly late, neither of us having eaten either.

Now I don’t know about you, but I am not a nice hungry person, so whatever it is that I have on a Thursday night, it has to be blooming quick!

Enter the savior of my teenage years, Mama noodles.


I learnt to love Mama noodles when I lived in Thailand as a teenager. I didn’t have a normal ex-pat life, all my friends were Thai. So I ate the way they ate. And Mama noodles are what they ate.

Far from your average packet noodles…Mama are spicy (well the Creamy Tom Yam ones that I have are anyway.) And please don’t be tempted to ┬átake them at packet value, you make them your own.

MY Mama Noodles go as follows:

Add some Maggi seasoning sauce, lime juice along with the seasoning and poach an egg in the water. I like to take the egg out after a couple of minutes so that the yoke is still runny in the middle. (mmmmmm)

Then add veg…mooli is good to add, as is shredded white cabbage (and any other veg for that matter, it’s really up to you.)

When the veg is cooked a bit (still crunchy, not soggy) you add the noodles.

Meanwhile, in a living room nearby, a flat mate is getting the DVD ready on pause so that no time is wasted.

Noodle night is also Chuck night.

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Ah! Good times.

Long live noodle night.

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I would normally start every post with a quote.

As this post is mostly a conversation, I feel that it is, in its own right, quite quotable.

Picture the scene:

Its early evening and the bus is busy. My flatmate and I had managed to get seats together and were glancing over our shared Metro newspaper. The conversation went as follows:

Me: Did she win ‘Best Actress’ ? (pointing to a picture of Anne Hathaway.)

Flatmate: No, she won ‘Best Un-Supported Actress’.

Me: Are you sure? I don’t think that’s a category.

Flatmate: No, no, it DEFINITELY said in the paper yesterday that it was ‘Un-Supported Actress’.

Me: (Feeling slightly confused. Then the penny dropped.) Erm, do you think they were talking about her lack of bra?

Flatmate: (Silence for a moment while she looked at the picture. Then she got it, she got it VERY loudly…)


I would have loved to have been the girl sat behind us on the bus that day…I cried with laughter for the rest of the journey!

I used to watch the Oscars every year. But that was a long time ago. Now I’m just happy to watch something mindless to switch off. But…there has to be some sort of snacking to be done.

My current obsession is Guacamole! I figure that if I just take a couple of celery sticks through to the living room with me then I won’t eat the lot…but then I work out that I have fingers and that they are just the right size for scooping guacamole into my mouth!

I cannot get enough.

(Which is why I don’t have any photos of it to share with you.)

The recipe I use is from a fellow blogger called Illustrated Bites.

Recipe Here.

Whatever your chill out TV snack is, enjoy!


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“So I crawl underneath my blanket

so I can hide away”

– It’s Just One of Those Days by Joshua Radin

Do you get those days?

You know, the ones where every cup, glass or plate you pick up has a suicide wish and leaps into the air and onto the floor? And you know what, crockery and glass don’t bounce do they?

Those days when you sleep through your radio alarm playing rock music at you for an hour and at least one phone call to find that you are once again LATE?

Those days when the words just won’t come out right and you seem to offend anyone and everyone in your path just with a smile?

Those days when you forget to take lunch and you’re too skint to get anything?

Those days where you accidentally click the wrong button and post Wednesdays blog post on Sunday?

Those days when you get home and think “Spaghetti! That’ll be quick.”?


I had one of those days too….


P.S. These days are not Wet Lettuce Days, these are just THOSE days!

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“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”

-George Bernard Shaw

Do you ever wonder what you’re thinking about when you don’t actually appear to be thinking of anything? Just me? Maybe. I decided to make a conscious effort to remember or be more aware of what I’m thinking when I actually appear to be thinking of nothing. (I need to clarify, I’m a massage therapist so my job doesn’t use a lot of brain activity and I use public transport A LOT! So I had plenty time to conduct this experiment.)

The next day at work I put this in motion. In with my first client of the day, a full body massage. Excellent, this gives me an hour and half of in-my-head time. Massage/experiment commence.

Thought pattern goes as follows:

I like Parma ham (yes I really did think that)

I really do like Parma ham

I like Parma ham on its own. Oh but it is nice with a good mozzarella, cracked black pepper, a little salt, sliced beefsteak tomatoes and ripped up basil leaves and a drizzle of olive oil. Oh yes, I do like that.

But its also nice with figs, fresh figs. Well I think its nice with figs. I always buy figs with this intention but I really like figs and I always eat them before I get the chance to do anything with them. I really must make an effort next time I get figs.

I wonder if scrambled eggs with ripped up Parma ham on top is nice too? I’m sure it is, because Parma ham is just amazing generally.

This is a scaled down version. The fact is that I thought about Parma ham for the whole duration of the massage. Not only that but proceeded to think about Parma ham for the rest of the day.


Amazed at myself for actually being able to do this for a full day (also secretly a little proud too) I went home that night and told my flat mate what I had discovered.

Far from being impressed, she could not believe that I had managed to think about just Parma ham for a whole day.

“How?” She asked

“It starts with Parma ham and then goes on to what you can do with it.”

“But…HOW? All day?”

“Its quite easy. So what do you think about, then, when you’re brain is wandering?”

“I don’t know really. I’ve never stopped to think about it.”

And as a passing final comment on the matter, I replied,

“You should try it”

Try it she did.

She informed me of this one afternoon while hanging out the washing on one of those rare sunny Scottish days.

“I did that thing you said about”

“What thing?”

“Thinking about what you think about.”

“Oh yeah? How’d that go then?”

“Well I did it while I was on the way home on the bus just now”


“Well there was this guy at the front of the bus. And I saw his hand.”

I’m already really not able to guess where this is going. But I like to wait for the main bit as her stories always seem to be slightly off key.

“And I thought ‘he must be Russian because his hand looks Russian. But then I thought he might be Scottish chav. But then I saw his thumb again and thought his thumb looked Russian.’ ‘”

By this point the washing is not actually being put out by me anymore because I am in a heap on the grass, just about crying with laughter.

“A Russian thumb?”

“Yeah” she replies all defensively. “Russian thumbs are different to Scottish thumbs.”

When I had stopped laughing just enough, I had to ask, “So was he Russian or Scottish?”

She replies with a dead pan face while continuing with the washing, “Neither. He was Polish.”

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“Eating is the only thing that we do that uses all five senses all at once! Hence the pleasure.”

What a beautiful text to wake up to this morning. I was already awake actually, but I was eating breakfast when I got that message…even better!

It is something to think about though isn’t it? You cannot beat the impact of walking into the kitchen at dinner time, when you are greeted by smells, colours and not to forget the ever important sound of bubbling!

I remember having to do a piece of descriptive writing for school, I must have been in primary school at the time. I wrote about food, (no hope for me is there!) I wrote about one of my favourite home cooked meals, chilli and rice. I can’t remember exactly what I wrote but I do remember describing, in some detail, taking the lid off the pot to have a look, to be greeted by colours and steam, and smells that just made me smile!

Food is our everyday life. Even if its not something we necessarily love, when has anybody not commented on a particularly delicious meal?

Let’s face it, we all love food. We all have food than evokes a memory of some sort.

Discussing this very subject with a self-proclaimed non-foodie recently, it was actually revealed that even he (yes the most non passionate person I’ve ever met when it comes to food) had food that reminded him of home.

We all enjoy a good meal because it is the only thing that we can do with all five of our senses, but more importantly, I think, is the fact that just like a photograph or a piece of music, food has that wonderful ability to transport us to our childhood, a happy time, a tearful time, sad times even.

Powerful stuff this food! Don’t underestimate it, and give it the credit it deserves.

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Tis Me!

Well, hello there people of the world!

I am new to all this, so please bear with me. I love to bake cake…I actually bake cakes for a living, or at least I am trying to! Therefore this blog is about cake and food.

These 2 things have alot more in common with life than general nourishment. I have found that everyone, no matter where you are from, what your background or culture can find common ground in food. People love to talk about food (or maybe it is just the people I am attracted to!) People love to tell you their home country recipes, they love to have their food enjoyed and they love to share.

Food and cake are not ┬ásolitary activities, and it is on this note that I open my blog….to share with all you cake and foodies out there! I hope you love to talk food!

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