PSA: if you need to have a good cry, I recommend watching Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey. Ya know, the 1993 movie about a wise old golden retriever called Shadow, a bulldog called Chance and a cat called Sassy who set out on a cross-country journey to find their owners? Yesterday I was having a bad day, so I skipped out on life and ate cereal on the couch whilst watching it. SO MANY TEARS. . . .
Today was one of those days when I woke up craving caaarbs. Solid, bad-for-you carbs from bread or pasta. Screw the bananas, kiwis and pears looking all healthy and smug in the fruit bowl. I went to the freezer and picked out a couple of things: a failed pumpkin seed bread roll made with spent grain from all of Maths dude's brewing, reminiscent of a large pebble, and a thick slice from a failed . . .
This is a story about cheese rolls. Whilst in Dunedin last month, Maths dude and I attempted to seek out the best coffee and food in town (I don't mean to say that like I just make casual trips to Dunedin all the time, I wish I could though). We rolled up here and I was a snotty mess so I ordered soup with "cheese rolls". Cheese rolls sound pretty nondescript, right? Like they could just be . . .
Sooooooooo pretty sure the last thing we all want after eating 480 chocolate eggs is a rich, classic cheese tart... but that's what you're getting today. Sorry. Not sorry. Actually, I didn't eat all that much chocolate this Easter. Instead, I made two batches of hot cross buns which were both not great (tasty, but not bloggable, ya feel), which makes me sad, because that probably means I . . .
My favourite thing about Christmas is the food. I usually prepare a few things in advance to add to the table, but for the most part we eat cold meats and seafood and salads, because it's too hot to think about labouring over the stove or oven to prepare a feast at such a time of year. I mean, sunshine is great, sure. But I feel like we miss out on many of the wonderful things about Christmas . . .