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.
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…
Hello lovelies! Good god it’s been a while since my last post hasn’t it? Life has been rather busy lately!
I spent over a month working with my parents in Wales. I generally help them out with their business from 9-5, then cook lunch (yes, Lunch at 5!), stop for a little break, and then spend the evening working on my own orders!
Then 1am rolls around and I realise I haven’t written about that recipe I made over a month ago, or written reviews about restaurants in Brighton….
But when I walk past this view to go work every morning.. the longs hours really don’t matter! Continue reading →
I love special occasions. Reasons to celebrate, take a step out of the normal routine of life and just sit back and enjoy yourself 🙂
Today was my dad’s birthday. Growing up, I can fondly remember all of the wonderful parties my parents threw for me. A disco when I was 13, “themed” home-made birthday cakes to match something that I was doing at that point in my life. I had dinosaur shaped cakes as a kid, elaborately decorated with fondant-dinosaurs. A paint palette shaped cake when I was 18. And my dad once spent several hours with icing pens, drawing me a pointillist-style version of Gustav Klimt’s “The Kiss”.