**written prior to moving to Dublin / Manchester going back into lockdown - sorry about that. “Please don’t cry in Chapati Cafe.” I said. “What do you mean?! I’m fine.” “Not you, I was trying to catch myself before I sobbed into my paneer.” This, my friends is just one of several occurrences where … Continue reading Sunday, hold the roast
I should be packing right now. More specifically, I should be sucking the air our of the vacuum sealed pack of clothes I just compiled - only sans 1 item despite my attempts to Marie Kondo the shit out of my possessions and “declutter my life”. A near-impossible exercise when you find joy in literally … Continue reading mcr – dub
Captains log, day 54 in lockdown; calling it a “lock-in” in an attempt to make it sound more jovial and willing holds no more amusement. My quiz strike lasted a mere six days. Did you know an alternate name for a “burpee” is in fact a “squat thrust” and not “the devil’s foreplay” like I … Continue reading Cakes and Pains: a second helping
The title might have you thinking that this post is all about finding “inner-peace”, “self-acceptance” or “confidence without three gins”. If this is the case, I regret to inform that I have misled you. Your sauce can’t be taught, it is not a treasure waiting to be found; ’tis simply an elixir you need to … Continue reading Finding Your Sauce
Last weekend, I read a gorgeous collection of diary entries a director had written whilst filming one of my favourite films, (not Jurassic Park - but sidenote; what I wouldn’t give to get my paws on Stephen Spielberg’s most intimate thoughts of Sam Neil…not in a sexual way you understand; I would just quite like … Continue reading Notes on a (Cordon) Sanitaire
Life is full of delicious moments, many of which go unnoticed because…well, ultimately life is a clusterfuck of inconveniences which steal our attention. But as we find ourselves at the horns of muddled moments*, I wanted to dish up a friendly reminder that it’s worth stopping and smelling the freshly baked bread once in a while … Continue reading 20 Underrated and Unexpected Joys
It isn't great is it? All this? Some days are okay; you wake up, you smash a 5K - who meditates? YOU meditate; you reward your body with the goodness it craves; protein, vitamins, hydration. You read, you stretch; you maintain your role in the WhatsApp groups - the funny one, the positive one. We're SO … Continue reading Tagliatelle in bed is the new black
I’m writing this from a cafe-come-brunchery (new word)-come-bar in the evenings-come-hub for ladies of leisure who cannot reverse their husbands' Range Rover for shit, in Didsbury. I arrived home last night after being away at a yoga retreat where my biggest worry all weekend was finding my “center”. I’m wearing Lulu Lemon leggings and supping … Continue reading Finding your happy plaice (a working title)
About 7 years ago, a restauranteur I worked for asked me what meals had changed my life. "Erm...I'm not sure?" I replied, desperately scrambling through the fridge of food memories I had stored in my brain. "Then you're not looking in the right places." He concluded. Admittedly, food has always played a huge part in … Continue reading The Meals That Changed My Life Thus Far
I am, the majority of the time painfully aware of how pathetic I am. It’s a hard pill to swallow realising it is yourself who laughs the hardest at your own jokes; who, more often than not finds remnants of lunch on their cheek 4 hours after consumption; I often feel inspired to change my … Continue reading Padella
It's been a hot lil minute since I last posted; and whilst I know a bunch of you will be 5 days deep into your "New Year New Me" regime, I just had to post this recipe for when you get hungry, come to your senses and realise how fabulous you already are. This particular … Continue reading Caramel Croissant Bread and Butter Pud
Even in the rain, Edinburgh doesn't lose its magic. We were gifted on our last evening with a grey, drizzly reception, but dampen our spirits it did not. Instead we donned our umbrellas and strolled through the rainy streets, skating over the slick pavements, not caring that the humidity effect on our hair was reaching … Continue reading Scran and Scallie
