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
