Everything I am wearing is green except my socks. I don’t own green socks. I understand your disappointment in me, I’ll try to make it up to you with a really cool recipe or something. I don’t know. I’m really not that great at cooking. (Please tell me you read that as sarcasm, please. I’m … Continue reading
So I’m twenty-three. There is nothing spectacularly exciting about being twenty-three other than — I am twenty-three. I’m usually an introvert. A thinker. I brood in coffee shops and on street corners. In the past month I’ve been told I have a really fun personality based on this little blog I like to call home. … Continue reading
When I was a kid my mom was always hiding secret vegetables in our food. Spaghetti sauce? Secret squash. Casserole? Secret carrots. Secret spinach. Secret broccoli. As a kid I didn’t exactly appreciate my powerful palette — what kid wants to find all the secret vegetables? Not me. Like most kids I loved white bread, … Continue reading
I’m a third culture kid. My life is a long stream of dialogues that go something like — Person: So, where are you from? Me: (quickly assessing said person to decide how they will react to my humour) Person: *crickets* Me: What year? Person: Uhh errr.. Me: Actually! What month of what year? Let’s … Continue reading
I am a big fan of mangoes in frozen form. Big fan. BIG. I have something of an obsession with mango smoothies. Actually I think you could call it an addiction. I mean what is not to love. Bright orange. Packed with vitamin C. Tangy. Sweet. Memorable. Even the word mango is fantastic. Mango. Mang- Fine, I’ll … Continue reading
I am listening to Mozart’s Piano Concerto 21. What that has to do with the obviously fantastic recipe I am sharing today I am not quite sure. I felt like sharing, so I shared. I feel more enriched, don’t you? There are a lot of spices in my spice cupboard (that I have no … Continue reading
I just ate a muffin. It was fantastic. Now see, I could just let you sit there in your muffin-less misery and laugh maniacally. However as I have stated before I am not a psychopath. I am however obsessed with spices. There has always been something mysterious and transcendent to me about spice cupboards. … Continue reading
It has been five years since I cut all wheat and cereals from my diet. In the beginning I went a little gluten free crazy – if it said “gluten free” I ate it. Nothing ever really measured up, but I had just learned that I couldn’t have something. I always want what I can’t … Continue reading
As a recent university graduate, I am well versed in procrastination. I have learned to perfectly time everything to the last minute, at which moment I rise to the occasion with such passion and finesse that the ensuing symphony of words I compose could bring a stone to tears. Or at least that’s what I … Continue reading
I’ve been craving cookies lately. Really I’ve just been craving the idea of cookies. The reality of my posts is that I love them. I love coming up with ideas, I love the creative process, the dough, flour, anything between my fingers. Moulding food into art that nourishes not just my senses, but my body … Continue reading
Not Perfectly Paleo 