well, I decided to make my husband happier every day.
day after day he will reach into his pocket and find health, homemade (by his beloved wife) and delicious candy bars. believe me: they are as yummy as quick and easy. just try, and you will see that you will never buy shop-bought candy bars. I promise you.
I feel orange, without oranges.
like sunny day without the sun that beats down. warm light falls on the worktop and eduses my seams of hope, that goes out and fawns.
my little Berry (my little baby-girl) learns how to use her own voice. from me. and she sqeals.
I drive me hope away. Berry sqeals when she’s fine and wrong, when she’s hungry and frisky. she doesn’t only during eating and sleeping.
I edgily turn the oven on. I will persist in doing this soup. and exactly that I planned. with roasted pepper.
the child have fallen asleep. the soup had a chance to proceed.
love and spinach? a perfect couple. supposing you are tired of passionate red associated with hot feelings towards your partner.
the truth is that love is actually… green. especially when you have a 4 month old baby and you are exhausted being young mother (parent) and really need just rest. then you’re sick and tired of all these red hearts of Valentine’s Day and sweet pink teddy bears. looking at green color makes you calm and compose yourself.
so I decides bake a bread. a green one.
unfortunately, after a true challenge for breastfeeding my little baby-girl, I had to yield. I as well-intentioned, I wanted to feed for 6 months… but my child decided otherwise. what a shame…
anyway, now I can eat everything. I can even go on a diet (still have baggage of 3 kg).
my plan of creating a new category went off at half cock. shame again…
there is Valentine’s Day today. celebration of red and pink. but not here. here we have the rule of sensuous green.
weather. it seems that it will not engross your mind. however, currently it makes me mad.
intense heat then ten degrees and rain; white heat pouring from the sky and next cloudburst with frightening storms.
I’m not sure if my little girl indwelling my bump will fall in love with pink, but in the future certainly will fall for this old pink bread. thanks for beefroots it’s soft, moist, and little bit sweet.
I will never drown out its flavour by unnecessary additions. it tastes the best with genuine unsalted butter.
incredible colour. even if you do not like pink.
sweet but not too much. filling but light. looks time-consuming but it isn’t. love at first sight. or a bit, a should write.
there are no candles on it. that is not my birthday or name day. this is no occasion at all. today like every day. except the thick frosty fog. much greyer than yesterday.
I can’t fool myself – I am a woman, and every (statistic) woman was on a diet at least one time in her life.
so, of course, I watch my waistline. even if I pretend that I don’t.
if you fancy some sweets and you are on a diet, or just watch your waistline, try this cake. delicious, easy, light and tasty for others (who are not on a diet).
7 am. window shade up. grey outside.
twigs, leaves and grass frosted over. frostily.
dull colour of sky above. and cloudlets of vapour from mouth. clank of keys and put a stocking cap on a head. quick march and scrunching underfoot. briskly morning.
so the perfect filling and warm soup for a day like today is the chickpea and tomato soup with cinnamon. soup again, I know. however, autumn is the great season to cook soups. so is winter, but there we cook another kind of soups.
well, now I leave you with this excellence.
green tea, a warm blanket, and my laptop. it might have been the book I read. but… (there is some ‘but’, as always).
but now I have to write sth, so my book has to wait.
I can’t focus on my work. my thoughts are cruising in the room. they have no place to go and after a moment I can’t breathe.
now I feel that these thoughts are aggressive, tenacious, and attack me.
have to breathe deeply. have to keep my mind occupied…
‘I’ll do a perfect salad for bad thoughts’, it went through my mind and I put the plan in motion.
sometimes my fridge tells me: ‘don’t look at me that way; it’s not my fault, but yours.’
of course, it is. I didn’t do shopping. it occasionally happens. I don’t care. the yesterday dinner is waiting for my husband – enough not to care about the food.
but at 12 (am) I think I’d like to eat something. and my fridge is empty.
these ingredients I have will suffice for me to do a great snack – elevenses – that will be simple and precious due to the high guality ingredients. and it will be enough to feel (during eating) as if my fridge was full of expensive food.
way-out feeling, you need only try it.
oh, I forgot.
coffee is needed. chicory coffee is ok. e.g if there is an exam session and I try to save myself.
I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.
and I don’t. and it doesn’t matter, because I myself prefer the heavenly combination of buttermilk and muesli. and some drops of raspberry juice. that makes the difference.
meaning every single day
I wake up and I straight head for the kitchen. in fact for my coffeemaker. because the very first thing early in the morning is coffee.
however, together with the reviving potion goes breakfast. always the same and simple, but always may be in another version and more complex.
invariably I have breakfast straight after I turn the coffeemaker on. even when it’s 4 am and I get up because there is an exam session and I have to learn. or my plane departs at 5 am. or whatever.
very simple, very nutritious, reanimating, t, with calcium, good bacteria (buttermilk/yoghurt), vitality for a long time because of high fibre content, vitamins B and E for our skin, efficient mind provided by essential fatty acids (muesli), plenty of vitamins (e.g. C, E, and folic acid) in the homemade raspberry juice. and cinnamon to make your morning nice. even if you have your serious exam that day.