Andy, You're a Star

I'll admit it, I'm a Masterchef junkie. The combination of cooking AND  the fake drama of reality TV? I'm hooked. For the last few months (yeah, I've neglected all aspects of a social life for that long) I've been rushing home in time to watch every night at 7pm.. and sometimes repeats on Saturday nights.. because apparently reality TV is better the second time around. I managed to get my housemates into it as well - or maybe they just saw the addiction in my eyes and were too scared to change the channel. Our favourite thing to do as we're eating our frozen dinners and microwave mug cakes (apart from mocking Alice's outfits and George's 'alegant' pronunciation) is gush over the beautiful bromance between Ben and Andy. And now that (dun dun dun.. spoiler for the west coasters) Andy is the winner I'm pretty sure he's going to have to spend his winnings on a beautiful Ben/Andy wedding. Or at least a joint cooking show where we can watch the cuteness and the cooking on a regular basis. 

Now.. back to having a social life. Or not. Masterchef All Stars starts tomorrow night ;)

I Feel Possessed

Let me start by saying that I'm not a cook and this is not a food blog. I started this blog as a way to force myself to be creative every day, and even though I don't blog that regularly, it has helped me.

I had an urge to cook something new today, so I went through my recipe books to find something simple, yet delicious. I decided on an onion relish recipe from Donna Hay.
I don't know why I felt the need to photograph the process, but once I started I couldn't stop until my dinner was on my plate.
I think I might continue to do this. Photographing my food made me really aware of what I was eating, and documenting it here makes me more accountable for all the things that I'm putting in my mouth. Making my food nice to look at also made me appreciate what I was eating, rather than just eating blindly while watching TV.

The recipe said that it would make 1.25L of relish, so I halved the ingredients, thinking that it would still be too much for me, but I could take it to work and share it around. I may have reduced it too much because I only ended up with about a jar full, but it tastes amazing, so I don't really care if I did something wrong.

I think my Dad would be proud that I'm finally able to cook a steak properly.

And guess who's having delicious leftovers at work tomorrow? ;)

Poison

Back to work today after a far too short "weekend". Yesterday was a bit of a kid-adult day. Spent about 20 minutes too long in the shower because the water droplets were sitting on my arm in the most dinosaur skin like fashion. Roared around in my shower like a child. Felt guilty for about three seconds, but then realised I was an adult and I was the one paying the bills, so I could stay in the shower for as long as I wanted (water restrictions be damned!).

I decided that because I'm an adult I'm allowed to have whatever I want for breakfast.

So I went with the breakfast of champions.

For lunch I went with the child friendly mac & cheese with a beer on the side. It was, after all, my Sunday afternoon. My local supermarket (or, god forbid, the manufacturer) has discontinued the dinosaur mac & cheese that is my hangover friend and its quite distressing. Regular mac & cheese just doesn't taste the same.

I really need to go to bed, but have some baking to do for tomorrow. 11pm on a Thursday night means that Betty comes to the rescue.


I'm planning a super dooper Halloween party (already) and I am sooo excited. I've already got my costume sorted and I get to spend a month looking at decorations and recipes. I needed something to keep me busy now that stupid exhibition is finished.