So yesterday morning I was gonna have a banana for breakfast which is my new fave fruit. But I noticed it was gone kinda soft so I had what I thought was a great idea…..make a smoothie.
I had a look around to see if we had any other fruit and yoghurt to add to it. We had a mixed melon selection and some vanilla yoghurt. So I thought “yup this’ll work”.
Unfortunately we don’t have a real blender so I had to improvise by adding the contents to my lovely cocktail shaker and use a lil hand held blender thing.
It all began quite well. The banana blended up very nicely. But then I hit the melon. The hand held blender was just having no effect. I poured off the banana into a glass and tried chopping up the melon smaller and trying again. But to no avail. I just had a somewhat sloppy melon mess.
I had to get inventive, because this approach was getting me no where.
I transferred the melon mess to a breakfast bowl, chopped it up really small and had one last attempt at blending it.
SUCCESS. I was delighted.
It was time to combine the contents and taste my master piece. I poured the melon mix into the banana mix and stirred it with one of the cocktail stirrers. It didnt look half bad. Looked fairly homogenous, correct thickness and an inviting shade of pinch. I popped in a couple of straws – one pink one orange because I thought they went well with the smoothie colour – and had my first taste.
It wasn’t half bad. A little over sweet perhaps. It tasted just like those “Drumstick” lollipops. And sure it still had a lump or two. But all in all I was pretty durn pleased with my healthy breakfast concoction.
I could not have been happier to learn that this has been invented…….
……but then I tasted it.
I was expecting the luscious smush centre that fills the delicious Malteaster Bunnies.
However, I was just met with a hard crunchy middle, filled with broken up normal Malteaser centre.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s still nice.
But if they thought this could be a year round replacement for the bunnies…. They are MISTAKEN!!!
Where is the smush?? WHERE IS IT???
If there is a person in the world who has ever taken one Pringle, JUST ONE, and was able to say “that’s enough for me“, well then I think we can all agree they are probably the strongest willed person in the world.
In fact I feel if some one took just one helping, yano four or five and didn’t go back for more thats fairly damn strong too.
Forget tests of men pulling trucks with their beards or lifting giant boulders, hand em a pack of Pringles and see how long they can resist.
Myself and the mother just powered through the majority of a pack of sour cream and onion all because I saw a Pringles ad and thought “I MUST HAVE SOME. NOW!!!“.
And then dip got involved…. Guacamole, it was the only one open. Nomnomnom. I’m a sucker for crisps (chips if you’re American) and dips. What can I say…. I’m weak.
So this may not follow the food theme per say but it is definitely still somewhere in the same category.
Very empty looking fridge you have there. Why isn’t the light on??
I hear you ponder.
Oh yea no big deal. It’s just……….
Our fridge is broken…..AGAIN!!! Oh and it’s not just the fridge part. It’s the freezer too. Cue rapid defrosting.
It’s the second time it’s happened recently. The funny thing is the light being off and the hummmmm being gone isn’t the first thing you notice. Nope, it’s the smell. Food starts to smell preeeeety fast once a fridge dies. But even at that you kinda think;
Ugh someone left something stinky in the fridge.
But then you pour the milk on your breakfast cereal and realise, it’s really not as cold as it should be. Then it all just clicks.
I’ve heard a joke from the stand-up comedian Michael McIntyre about how when we go on holidays we stress making sure everything is switched off. Everything that is except the fridge, because we trust the fridge. Well I no longer trust ours.
We are lucky enough to have a small fridge in our garage allowing us to save the items that can’t go without the fridge. This has led to us trying to use up as much frozen food as possible at each meal, like potato waffles with our fry rather than toast and meat at every meal just because.
My mam can still recall living without a fridge in her early childhood, but how people managed it I can’t even fathom. I’m sitting here hoping ours gets fixed ASAP. I don’t like luke warm ham and cheese on my sandwiches.
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!?!