This is NOT a vegetarian blog entry.
I am not a vegetarian and this is not a blog about eating animals… Well not the real life type.
Rather this is about my feeling on a topic that is specific to holiday times, mostly Easter and sometimes Christmas……
The eating of chocolate animals!!!
Every Easter an array of chocolate bunnies, chicks, sheep, ducks – pretty much any type of barnyard animal you like – appear on our supermarket shelves. I have already expressed how I have always found Easter eggs to pretty to eat, well you can only imagine how I feel about chocolate animals.
Even though I’m in my 20s I still have quite a childlike outlook on this. It stems from the thought that toys have thoughts and feelings like real people (blame Toy Story if you must). Well I feel the same about the chocolate bunnies etc. They’re too cute. I’ll eat meat because by the time that gets to me it isn’t cute anymore so I don’t have to think of that like a real animal. But I can’t help myself if I see a smily chocolate bunny. I can’t eat it.
However, my cousin has come up with an interesting solution to the issue… If you can call it a solution. You must decapitate them. A swift removal of the head. A fast quick “painless” death so to speak. And I must agree its a method I somewhat agree with. So now if I am faced with food with a face such as a gingerbread man (I still can’t manage to kill the Easter bunnies) it’s straight away OFF WITH HIS HEAD. It just seems to cruel to start with the arms and legs. Butchering the poor little guy while he feels each and every bite.
So if you’re like me and struggle at Easter time, try the decapitation method. It just might make your holidays a little bit easier.
So it’s Good Friday. I dunno how the rest of the world works but in Ireland it’s no work, no alcohol, no meat, but fish is allowed if you have it.
This generally leads to a lot of house parties and barbecues. What else is one supposed to do on the Friday of a long weekend???…. Nothing???
Now I don’t have much alcohol but I know there is some spaghetti bolognaise downstairs. So I may just take it upon myself to eat that.
….. Sorry Jesus
I have never been a huge Easter egg fan. My sister’s eggs would always be gone within a week and mine would be left sitting there until they went off. Mostly because I thought they were too pretty to ruin and eat.
Because of this a few Cadbury’s Creme Eggs usually kept me happy. In recent years Heroes have added them into their mix.
Best thing EVER!
was my initial thought.
However, call me crazy but I think the sweets taste slightly different to the eggs. Maybe it’s all in my head. But in my opinion it’s the eggs or nothing at all.
So I brought in one of those fruit salad cups for lunch. Just grabbed it from the fridge. Didn’t stop to look at the contents until I was about to eat it.
Ugh there’s apple in it. If I wanted apply I’d buy one in the shop
This was my thought as I saw the contents. I understand putting melon and mango in fruit salad. You’re not just gonna buy one in the shop as a snack and tuck in. Which people do everyday with apples. Not me though…. I have never been a fan of the auld
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
And really my disliking of apples only really roused its head as an issue around Halloween time. Lets just say I have never win at bobbing for apples.
Anyway I tentatively took a nibble on a piece of the cut up apple and realised it wasn’t nearly as bad as I recalled. Almost tasty now. This was when I realised the apple wasnt the enemy at all but the mystery fruits in fruit salads.
By the time I was done all the apple was gone and had gone down quite nicely. But a few cubes of the mystery fruits remained. They may have been pear, they may have been melon. Who knows. All I know is that whatever they are, they are not to my taste.
CATASTROPHE struck this morning!
Whilst making myself a healthy salad lunch a piece of lettuce fell into my tea!!!
Now we have all experienced the stressful, heart wrenching biscuit in the tea.
But lettuce in the tea, now that really takes the biscuit.
My attempts to be healthy we’re going so well yesterday until free pizza arrived… My Achilles heel.
Free stuff and dominos pizza, the two things I can’t say no to.
So again today I thought
right salad for lunch, that’ll fix the pizza slip
But even the salad is telling me no as it throws itself to the warm death of tea.
Maybe even the lettuce is feeling the cold today and noticed the ongoing blizzard outside the window.
Most people hate Monday, but I don’t really feel that way. I always find I am at my most motivated on Monday, planning out an active and healthy week for myself…
So far today the study has not really begun, plans to attend the gym are still in my mind and in my bag I have a packed lunch of a homemade chicken something and a chopped up tomato which I have to eat because I have no money to buy something else.
So at least being poor can stand to me by helping me maintain a healthy(ish) diet… Right!?!
Yup this is it, I am gonna be healthy this week!
I should have known the week of my little sisters 18th birthday was not a good choice.
For the past 20 mins or so I have been cutting myself a “sliver” of cake, eating it, going back for more and repeat. Because it’s just a sliver don’t feel so bad. Or just picking off bits of icing I think…
Meh this doesn’t really count.
But it does, it counts. Now I am stuffed of chocolate biscuit cake and am ready to go to bed with a happy fatty full Flano tummy 🙂
Thought I’d treat myself to a fry this morning.. Yano since its the weekend and all I thought it’d be nice….
The bacon I had was the saltiest thing I’d ever tasted. Felt like I was choking on sea water.
Maybe I’ll just become a vegetarian. Fried eggs, tomatoes and smushrooms from now on.
As of now I am starting my new career as a food blogger.
This is for you Clare…. but I’ve already eaten today