Hello again! Happy Veganuary! I can’t quite believe that it’s been nearly 3 years since my last blog post! It’s been quite a busy time, we’ve had a house move, my step daughter now lives with us, I have a nearly two year old toddler, and a bump due to be born in exactly one month! So blogging has taken a bit of a back seat!
Did you know that May 13th is International Hummus day? Why do I always find out about this on the day!
I can’t believe that it’s been nearly 8 months since I posted a recipe, where on earth has that time gone? A lot has happened since then! And I haven’t stopped cooking either. I’ve still been dreaming up and tinkering with recipes, eating out, and taking lots of foodie photos (Seriously. SO many food photos. Hundreds. Some have gotten to the stage of “Wow! That looks amazing! ..what the hell was that?”). So expect some photo-catch up posts at some point!
Whilst I haven’t stopped cooking, I did lack the drive to potter over here and actually write it all down. I’m feeling a bit more inspired now though, so let’s try to get back into this!
Good evening! I’m finally -kinda- able to blog again! I’m currently borrowing my partners laptop (which thankfully hasn’t died on me yet!) to type this, so fingers crossed! I have discovered that his laptop doesn’t like my phone.. so I’ve figured out that by uploading the photos to my blog on my phone, I can then edit them using my partners laptop! Phew! I WILL find a way!
The night before yesterday, I had put on a huge pot of chickpeas to cook overnight in my slow cooker. I’d looked into my pantry and had been disheartened to find I only had one tin of chickpeas left! I love chickpeas and use them every week, so I was a little heartbroken.. until I noticed I had several bags of dried chickpeas lurking in my pantry! Problem solved! In they went to cook overnight, so by the morning I had gorgeous, perfectly cooked chickpeas just begging to be used.
Since it was a bit of a chilly day, I thought what better way to use some of the chickpeas, than in a soup!
Just a quick post for you all today! The other day, I fancied something a little more interesting to add to my salad than just veg..
Up until now, the main thing I’ve been eating which isn’t raw is hummus. There is just something so addictive about the simple blend of beans, garlic, lemon and tahini.. so much so, that I never thought anything could take it’s place.
Then, something came over me, and I decided to attempt a raw version at last..
And the results were fantastic!
I absolutely adore Halloween. The funky macabre decorations adorning the house (I think I have just as many, if not more, Halloween decorations as I do Christmas ones!), dreaming up weird and wonderful costume. Whether they be strange, cute, funny or scary, I love the process of coming up with a costumes (even if it is a last-minute rumage through the wardrobe to find something that will do!)
But above all, I love being able to go a little wild in the kitchen.. making foods that at any other time of the year would be deemed repulsive, creepy, and downright vile… At Halloween, anything goes!
Bread making is a magical process. You start off with these powdery, every-day ingredients; flour, sugar, salt, water. All run of the (flour) mill (sorry) and very mundane. Then you add in that last mystical ingredient, Yeast. And then everything just comes to life. That limp, lifeless doughy lump you began with suddenly errupts into a fantastic yeasty monster, ready to be tamed, kneaded and baked into crusty perfection.
Can you tell I’ve become slightly addicted? Continue reading
The other day, I simply had no idea what to cook for dinner. Pasta came to mind, or perhaps rice? Served with some kind of sweet potato dish?
Before I knew it, sweet potatoes, kidney beans and sweetcorn had leapt out at me, declaring that what I would be making for dinner, would be Mexican-themed.
It’s amazing how fast time flies. It only feels like we moved into the new house yesterday, yet it’s already been five days. Five days of manic packing, moving, cleaning, more moving, and heaps of unpacking.
It’s nowhere near done. I think it will probably be several weeks before we’re completely unpacked and settled in, but I don’t mind. It’s nice to just sit back, breathe and relax, enjoying the new house, the new scenery, the new atmosphere.
I also can’t quite believe that it’s Autumn already. The leaves are changing, autumnal vegetables are showing up in the shops, Halloween decorations have begun to appear.
And it’s getting colder. So much colder.
I’m sat here typing this in a warm jumper, thinking I might need to go fetch myself some gloves..
This is definitely soup weather.
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.