All posts tagged: vegetables

Salad Series #1 | What’s all this fuss about simple salads?

I’ve been hitting the gym hard for the last couple of days. Now before you think I’ve given up my foodie ways and resigned myself to a life of gluten-free Seitan and sugar free almond milk (both of which are actually quite delicious, if you know what to do with them); I haven’t. Not a chance. In my mind I’ve worked out an elaborate and complex scheme, where I can trick my body into thinking I’ve given up my hedonistic ways, but still continue in sweet sweet uninterrupted bliss. Mwhahah. Next stop, world domination. I overheard a conversation the other day between a mother and her child. Cute as he was, he was refusing to eat his salad. My inner monologue, was that of a typical old fogey. I think it went along the lines of: “kids these days… blah blah blah…. don’t know what’s good for them… blah blah blah”. That was until my salad came and I tasted the dratted thing. YUCK! No wonder the child didn’t want to eat it, it was …

C is for… Chili

Some days I want to pack in all in, and get on the first flight back to London. I’m loath to admit it, but I am still that very same petulant teenager that used to sew buttons and badges onto her blazer, in protest of the over-strict (and to this day foolish) uniforms policy. I am chaos at its best. Now, however, the grown up, more mature version of me, has more sway and is finally able to calm me down. Let’s just say that I had an incident two days ago, that stung my already fragile sense of self. It reminded me of how much I stuck out here, that I may never assimilate, but more importantly, that I may never fit in; the way I want. My first reaction, and one we are all familiar with, was to flee or at least plan my escape. There are very few times when I think my stubbornness is a good trait, but this is one of them, because my next reaction was along the lines of: So …

Thinking is a terrible crime

I have that Saturday morning feeling. But not the good kind. Is there such a things as a good kind? For me it involves restlessly replaying thoughts in your head, to the point where you feel as if you’re going to wind up on the weekend news as a shocking case of spontaneous combustion. There only one thing for it… eat. “Let food be thy medicine…” I’m not the kind of person that ‘eats her feelings’ (that’s a lie), but I do believe that tastes have magical power. Just like a little electricity can alter brain signals, why not salsa? For me, it’s the sour and salty tastes, that can kick-start my batteries. It’s an Oriental take on the simple salsa. You actually have quite a bit of left over teriyaki, which is perfecte, because you can store it for later and use it with your chips. What’s that you say? Teriyaki and chips! Eugh? Well I say nicht. You sir, haven’t lived till you’ve had fish and chip with teriyaki sauce. Yumm. Move over vinegar. I like …