Pesto wasn’t something that was ever found in my fridge whilst growing up. I’m not sure why this was really. Perhaps my parents didn’t like it, or maybe they just never thought of buying it whilst out doing the weekly food shop. Whatever the reason was, it meant that until the age of about 13 I had never tried pesto.
Brussel Sprouts… the vegetable that so many hate, yet they still appear on most tables over the festive period. Now I can’t say I’m a massive fan of the plain boiled sprout. I mean I would eat boiled sprouts out of sheer politeness, but I’d be lying if I said I enjoy them. I’m sorry to all the sprout lovers that I am bound to offend, but I’m afraid to say that plain boiled sprouts are just well, plain boring!
December is finally here and with that is the perfect excuse to drink crazy amounts of mulled wine without being judged! Well that’s what I like to tell myself when I’m half way through my fifth glass and seriously contemplating a sixth and maybe even a seventh. Well they don’t say tis the season to be jolly for nothing do they?
Life is full of making decisions. Most are easy like choosing between a bath or shower in the morning, but there are a few occasions in our lives when we are faced with really tough decisions. We stress ourselves out trying to make the right choice and regret it later when we feel we haven’t. We beat ourselves up for days and weeks, and maybe even months and years over a bad decision, only to arrive at that same crossroad once again hoping that this time will be different. I’ve found myself at this stage so many times before, but the other day I finally decided enough was enough and that I will not be disappointed any more… From now on when the waiter asks what dessert I want I will have both the cheesecake and the chocolate brownie!