The baking has begun. And I am bloody fantastic if I do say so myself! Banana Loaf is now my signature do da, and I am très impressed with myself. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside, that of the likes that I have ne’er felt before! Ho hum! I would go as far to say that I feel… homely! Shock. Horror. Ok maybe not homely, but I’m bloody well getting there! Not only can I bake banana loaf, but I can also bake chocolate and banana loaf! Hurray hurray for me and my incredible wonderfulness! Next on the menu is gooey chocolate cake. MmmmMMmmMmMmmMmmm. Whence that has been completed and consumed I think it fair that I cross it off my list! Watch this space :)
Jan 22, 02:51PM PST | 0 comments
My garden has died a slow and painful death. I killed it with my selfish negligence. My efforts to tame its wild ways were completely futile and I have to admit that I gave up like the big pathetic baby that I am. It just got too damn cold! I managed to cut back half of the garden but it was too late, I completely lost my potatoes – I literally don’t know where they are any more! But I vow to start making it beautiful again in time for spring, and I wont be such a pussy about it this time round. The gloves are on and they’re holding shears and a mower.
Jan 22, 02:03PM PST | 0 comments
Being a girl it is a necessity that I carry around a HUMUNGULOID bag wherever I may go, for without one I may perish. So refusing plastic bags from shops has never really been an issue unless I fail to fit the gazillion amounts of crap that I buy into my satchel. However, food shopping was a different story. I did convert to big tote bags and those bags for life jobbies that tear as soon as they contain anything with edges, but I have now gone one step better! I realised that why go all the way to the shops when I could just get my necessities delivered straight to my door!? Hurrah I hear you cry! Unfortunately the first time I got my shopping delivered it arrived in bags… in boxes. Hmmm. Doesn’t make much sense to me, but that’s how they came. Now I opt out for the bags and the lovely man/lady that delivers my food helps me carry it up the stairs and ALL THE WAY into the kitchen and even helps me unload. Now that’s service ladies and gents, and I always get a smile.
Jan 22, 01:28PM PST | 0 comments
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