I should really be padding out my winter wardrobe at this time of year. In a few weeks I’ll be in Sydney (which is significantly colder than where I live), and I’ll be needing scarves, boots and knitwear.
Cards on the table… I usually have no time for alternate or imitation foods. It’s the vegan stuff that gets me. I mean, if you want a piece of cake, eat a piece of cake. I struggle with the recipes that use a whole heaps of nuts and matcha this, coconut that and cacao nips galore. Often I feel like they are so calorie dense that they end up being worse for you than if you’d just satisfied your cravings with a small piece of cake in the first place.
The last time I put a recipe post up on the blog, it went over a treat, so I thought I might make it a more regular thing. Be prepared though- if you are watching this space waiting for dinner ideas or lunch inspiration, you’re going to be disappointed. I have a massive sweet tooth, so when I get busy in the kitchen it’s usually for desserts.
I have an affinity with flowers- not quite as drastic as my love of desserts, but it’s worth a mention all the same. All types, all colours, anyway they come, I just think they’re beautiful. I promised myself that when I grew up, I would always have flowers around my home. The “always” hasn’t quite come to pass, but more often than not I remember to pick some up, and when they do die and the vase sits unfilled, my room always feels just a little bit empty.
My sweet tooth knows no bounds. It’s been that way since I was a child, and shows no signs of waning. Anyone who knows me will testify that ice-cream is a dietary staple for me (as are butterscotch lollies, macarons, brownies, cupcakes, doughnuts, peanut MnM’s… I’m getting hungry just thinking about it) and I think it’s now at such an out-of-control point that this obsession with all things sugary and sweet is spilling into all areas of my life- not just food.
I am a hopeless romantic. No doubt about it. Grand gestures, happily-ever-afters, tales of young love and stories of people who have grown old together all have my heart aflutter. I could watch Love Actually and The Notebook a million times over and still shed tears. The most-played song on my iPod is Vegas Skies (by The Cab) and I will devour any romance novel no matter how corny or unrealistic it is. After all of this, my favourite gesture and the one I still find the most romantic? Flowers.
A silk scarf can say one of two things: “I work in a bank” or “Audrey Hepburn on the back of a moped in Roman Holiday”. Obviously, I’m aiming for the latter.