Fat club!

So, I’m joining fat club.

I never thought I would need to, as I’ve always been able to be REALLY STRICT and get myself back down to my regular (not low) weight… but recently I’m finding this incredibly difficult, and after asking for help at the doctors, I’ve been advised to try group dieting.

We’ve already swapped to smaller plates (my old Leopard print ones from about 10 years ago… cringe) and go to the gym, or on walks, most evenings. 

Let’s hope it makes a difference!


Egg-free baking

Okay so, in hindsight, I should have taken a better photo of this, but I didn’t plan to be sharing this on the blog.

Truth is, I’ve had a bit of a blackout recently, with regards to blog topics. Some stuff I think isn’t worth it, and others I have this big idea of how it’s going to be, how it should be, and then get all disappointed when it doesn’t turn out that way. I’m also struggling with time.

I currently work in a busy shopping mall, I leave the house and hour before each shift, and due to trains I get home an hour after my shift ends. I’m out of the house 55 hours a week, working irregular shifts.

I finally had some time to bake! Albeit without my better half, because I work most evenings and all weekend. We’re like ships passing in the night. It sucks.

Anyhoo, back to baking. I hate eggs. With a passion. Don’t get me wrong, I used to love them. Scrambled eggs… amazing!!!! But I started getting a bit weird about the squiggly bit in them, having to fish them out when I baked… and then I got a BIG squiggle. It was like a little prawn or something, and it turned my stomach. I didn’t struggle with Veganuary because I’ve been off eggs for so long! But it’s really shitty when it comes to baking… every recipe I try is terrible! 

It’s really getting me down. I’ve always been a really good baker. I’m not amazing, but I do make yummy treats, and I’m disappointing myself by turning out these flat, dense, stodgy cakes.

Can anyone help? I’m yet to try chickpea water.

In case you wanted to try this recipe (it tastes like Betty Crocker fudge icing!!) here it is!

  • 1/2 cup almond milk
  • 1 cup cocoa
  • 1.5 cups icing sugar
  • 1/3 cup nondairy butter (I used sunflower)

I combined the milk and dry ingredients before adding the butter. Enjoy!

Beautiful day 

I had Monday off work, and by some stroke of luck, my other half had to work from home due to a power cut at work.

This meant as soon as he clocked off at 5:30, we could go for a walk in the sunshine. We live near a nature reserve, but I work in retail and I’m often not home until 9:30pm, so we don’t get to enjoy the local area as much as we would like to.

It really is beautiful.

Pho: Vietnamese street food.

A few weeks ago, we had a customer at work looking for a particular piece of equipment. She was so lovely to talk to, even though we didn’t stock what she was looking for, and the conversation swiftly moved to coffee.

She told us of a Vietnamese coffee you can get at Pho. She was so impressed by it that myself and a colleague decided we would try to get our lunches together and head on over to try.

Oh. My. God. They are heaven.

It’s served in a small glass, with a coffee filter on top. At the bottom of the glass is a deliciously thick layer of condensed milk. Yes, that’s right. Creamy, caramelly, sickly sweet condensed milk. The way they put this in the bottom and put the coffee on top creates a beautiful upside down Guinness effect, and they remain separate until you stir them together; and oh my must you stir them! The resulting drink is malty, caramel toned, with a kick of clean filtered coffee. Absolute heaven.

Whilst there we thought we would try some of the food, most people around us seemed to be having these huge bowls of broth and noodles, so we ordered the same. Chicken, in chicken broth, with heaps of noodles, and a small plate of herbs that you add to your taste. There’s even a small collection of traditional sauces on each table that you can add to your dish.

I know what you’re thinking: lazy. It did kind of occur to me that you’re being served a bland, plain dish of bone broth, plain chicken, and plain noodles… they aren’t even thinking of making up flavours! But then to people who are picky, have dietary requirements, or just fancy mixing it up one day, it’s probably food heaven!

I tried it first, to taste how salty it was and to see what kind of things I wanted to put in… it wasn’t great. It was completely bland and I realised I would need to add a lot to it to give it some sort of flavour. Luckily, the ingredients they give you (let’s face it, they’ve given you ingredients to finish off the dish!) are mostly what we use at home, so I knew what herbs and sauces I enjoy together. I piled them in, which made it more palatable, but I couldn’t quite enjoy it like I thought I would. Then it hit me: the dish smelled of wet dog. Wet dog. I’m not sure if it was the noodles, the boiled chicken, or the bone broth, but the aroma that had arrived at the table with the dishes was definitely wet dog. 

I couldn’t finish it. I tried eating just the meat, but it was boiled and a bit squeaky. The noodles were almost slimy, and the broth just gave off this wet dog steam whenever I brought it up near my face.

My colleague, of course, was absolutely loving it! Lapping it up, twirling big loops of noodles, and laughing at my horror.

It was reasonably priced, and you do get a very large portion of food. If you like making a dish your own, you would love the way they encourage you to make your own dish at the table.

And if you love coffee, you absolutely must go.

Let’s talk weddings

Not a year goes by that I’m not invited to a wedding, and I know I’m not alone. This year, we’re going to three!

We got engaged a year ago. I know, I know, what are we playing at?

Mr M, as I refer to my other half, had the idea, planned the engagement, bought the ring… and got made redundant just after Christmas. He did really well hiding the surprise (a trip to New York) whilst job searching, and 4 months later we boarded the plane to where he would ask me to marry him. It was magical, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing. The sad part is that it took almost 4 more months for someone to hire him. That meant a lot of our savings went on the house (as I’m on a lower income than he is) and so we are only just now in a position to start sorting it all out.

I’m a traditional person. I never really dreamt of getting married, I’m quite realistic and don’t see the point in getting your hopes up for something if there’s no degree of certainty about it. But I always thought that if I did, that my Nana would make my cake and dress, my Grandad would give me away, and it would be at our “family church”, as it’s always been in my family. 

I was wrong.

We have had so much grief from trying to organise the church! 

People keep saying “just elope” or “just go to a registry office” but I can’t just ignore something I’ve had my heart set on, when I didn’t even think anyone would want to marry me, let alone the same person I wanted to spend my life with.

The lady who owns the place we want for the reception has been nothing short of wonderful. Shes been great at responding, and has even kept this date for us without a deposit, because she understands how hard it is to plan.

The Church has been awful. The priest is new, so he doesn’t know who we are (we don’t go to mass there anymore) and the church secretary, despite being a long time family friend, having gone to school with my Mom and aunts and living opposite my Mom, has been useless. She doesn’t chase things up. I asked for our home to be blessed when we moved in (I told you, I’m traditional) and that’s still not been organised (we moved in three years ago!) I’ve had to call over and over and over, they’ve made it very difficult, and have given airy-fairy reasons for not getting in contact.

My Nana would roll in her grave if she knew how the church was treating us, yet I feel like we should just go elsewhere because of be upset they’ve caused us. At one point on the phone I was in tears because of how hard they’re making it, because my Nana isn’t here to make the cake or dress, because my Grandad probably won’t live to see me get married, and because I might be the first person in our family to not get married there… she wasn’t even sympathetic with me on the phone. The years I’ve sat for her little boy, fed him, seen her at family parties, and she can’t muster a “sorry” when I’m in tears on the phone.

I just feel like there’s something they’re not telling us, like there’s a reason they don’t want us to get married there. Like they’re being typical Catholics, judging us and making us suffer.

Have you ever had any issues like this? What did you do?

I’m back

I used to blog. A LOT.