It was about 9pm last Thursday evening that I was sat at my table, clothes coated in a peelable crust of flour and butter, burns tingling all up my right arm, sweating profusely from a combination of the unusually hot weather and the fact the oven had been on since 4:00, tearing up at the … Continue reading How to Make 80 Cupcakes and Not Cry (You Probably Will Cry)
It’s been a while since I’ve had a good moan/rant about anything on here. I think in the midst of writing my final English essays (possibly ever?!? Actually don’t jinx it Pip, a Masters might be around the corner if a job opportunity doesn’t emerge soon…) I’ve either reached a state of contentment with the … Continue reading Why is David Baddiel a Restaurant Critic and I’m Not?
SO TODAY IS a) Mothers’ Day, b) arguably the first day of Spring, c) the last ever Sunday that I’ll be spending at uni actually working, and d) Sunday (subtext: I woke up very late and immediately phoned home 4 times and mum’s mobile twice before anyone picked up, only to be shouted at for … Continue reading Post for Mum
So I was going to make this post entirely about British Pie Week because in case you didn’t know, it’s British Pie Week (I know it’s Sunday but I’ve been busy pretending to work and watching channel 4 documentaries about all you can eat buffets), but I’m going to have to divulge from my chosen … Continue reading British Pie Week (is actually almost over now but it’s never too late to join the party eh)
It’s Pancake Day and I’m having a wee existential crisis. Not over dissertation, not over my dwindling (/fully dwindles) finances, not over the fact that I watched something with Tom Hardy in this morning and didn’t think it was THAT great. I am having a wee existential crisis because I can’t decide what kind of pancake … Continue reading Many Different Pancakes
This post is inspired in part by the post I did a couple of weeks ago on being happier with simple pleasures than big New Year Resolutions, but it’s mainly inspired by the genuine euphoria I felt when I took my bra off about 5 minutes ago. In an attempt to think of something that … Continue reading Nothing Equates to Taking Off a Bra
So apparently it’s Thanksgiving in the USA; I have no idea what that really means, having only ever been to the US once for 4 days, but I’ve been made aware through sitcoms (Friends) and social media (the bombardment of Instagrams) that it involves turkey, sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top (is this meant to … Continue reading Being Thankful Even Though I’m Not American