Hello fellow MOFO-ers! I had intended on doing a nice long blog post today about the wonders and joys of cashew cheese (cue trumpet fan-fare and confetti). But alas, moving got in the way, and what with packing, cleaning and working (again!) I’m now getting very close to running out of day.. I really do need to start writing these things earlier on!
I’ve been planning on posting up this recipe for a while now, but with one thing or another, travelling to London, and now planning for the Fruit Fest I’m going to tomorrow, it’s been a bit hectic here and it’s gotten forgotten!
I have pretty mixed feelings about onion rings. Whilst I will agree that they are tasty.. traditional onion rings, in all their battered, fried glory.. just seem pretty.. gross.
Heavily processed, lacking in nutritional value, and high in fat..
If you make them yourself they will obviously be better.. but what if you could make them healthy?
Raw dessert? I’ll bet a lot of people will be thinking “Really? That sounds so boring!”. Most will probably think that a raw dessert consists of an apple. Or a banana. Or maybe, if you’re lucky, a bowl of ripe berries.
Oh, you do not know how wrong you are…
Right now, I’m in the middle of a war.
On my side, I have boxes, scissors and packing tape.
On the other side – Clutter, dust, and over a year and a half of accumulated…. stuff.
So far, I seem to be winning the battle. Though that’s difficult to see right now, with boxes blotting out the light from the windows, and piles of “things” gathered in every corner, waiting to be sorted. Waiting to strike.
Moving house really can feel like an up-hill battle at times. Every single thing that you own is dragged out of the dark depths in which it’s hidden for who-knows how long, piled up in heaps and boxes to stare you in the face, making you ask yourself – Why on earth did I keep That? Where did that come from? Do I need this?
In the face of all of this chaos, you become ruthless. Throwing away things that once, a long time ago, you had some reason to keep that now alludes you. It’s not only a battle with your house and your possessions, but a battle with yourself. As you try to cut down the never-ending mountain of boxes that need to be moved…
But it’s not all bad.
Sometimes, a recipe will take weeks, maybe even months, and occasionally years to perfect. You’ll start off with an idea, or a vague notion of what might work. And you play around with it, tweaking it here and there, until finally you end up with what you dreamed up all those many days ago….
That isn’t what happened here.
Garlic bread and I go way back.