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Friday, 12 February 2016

Blog Challenge: Day 13 - What's Inside Your Fridge

Normally there is nothing in my fridge - like legit nothing and we have two fridges so can you imagine how depressing that is for me to be opening and closing two different fridge doors and still walking out the kitchen hungry?

Any whom, due to my new Vegetarian Experimentation, I have two shelves in one of my fridges stocked with food. Hazar.

Don't hold you breath for anything exciting, I just have a bunch of ingredients. I had just made a tasty Leek and Potato soup so I've got one Leek Left (poor lonely Leek). I have tomatoes because I'll probably make a Tomato and Basil Soup in the week - I really like making Soup. I have a Butternut Squash soup that I bough. Kale, Garlic Bread, Mango, Cheese, Yoghurt, Avocado, Mushrooms, Asparagus, Cheese, Butter, Double Cream and I think in the back is this Sweet Potato with Garlic Ginger and Corriander thing I made. I also had carrot sticks.... but I ate them.

I think what's fun about being a Veg  Head is that I get to try out cooking things I normally wouldn't have done, and it's reminded me how much I actually enjoy cooking. Might cook up the mushrooms tomorrow or make some more mac and cheese.

And to show you what I mean about how my fridge would normally look if I hadn't have gone out to buy stuff specifically to help the Veg Head process....

Yup. Just a pot of rice. and I believe some left over food was in the other fridge. Granted it's Friday but it legit looks like this 6/7 days of the week.

Don't worry I don't starve, we have three freezers that are stuffed to the brim and two cupboards full of canned stuff. We tend to just cook a lot of food as opposed to buying stuff that will need to sit in a fridge if you know what I mean. But obviously when you just want to pick something up to snack on, it's not ideal.

Sunday, 7 February 2016


Both literally and metaphorically

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
you want to blow my book sales in
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
and we sleep together like
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do

An old friend likened me to this poem, and I was thinking about them recently and so thought I would post it.

Monday, 1 February 2016


I had to step foot inside my old High School today because I had the bad luck of being home, and the dumb curiosity to answer the house phone - which I never do.

My idiot brother had gotten into a fight at school and I had to sacrifice my vow to not leave the house today, and to ever go back to the school to pick him up.

Although it was good to see the old sexy math teacher again. Banter.


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