Here’s something interesting: impatience in life can lead you to a rock and a hard place. I’ve since learnt that the same occurs when one gives in to impatience in bread-baking.
Calmness settles in the after. It’s a soft, contemplative atmosphere I roost in. I gym, I stir quietly over the stove, I hum as I clean, I sip coffee and smile at strangers over my cafe breakfast. I revel in a sense of quiet accomplishment.Read more "November 18th: Let It Rain"
But, after what seemed like the millionth Tinder text that began and ended with ‘are you good at sucking dicks’, reading in bed seemed far too mild an evening. Especially since I was now put in a mood to stab someone in the balls.Read more "November 17th: On my own"
It’s an abstract sort of concept to grasp, the idea that it’s possible to hunger for the human touch. We’ve all felt it – to be sure, in different ways, but we’re all human, and to be human is to want the companionship of others like us.Read more "Skin Hunger"
Otherwise known as Unscrambled Eggs.
First dates are filled with expectation and the excitement of the unknown. With the beloved perpetrator of this recipe, it was all bliss, all joy, and a full year of domestic, familiar affection.Read more "A First-Date Omelette"
I don’t know if anyone else feels this way, but I’m often awash with a wave of terror every time I get sick. It’s the possibility that I might actually drop dead one day, and no one would notice until my landlord realises rent hasn’t been paid in over a month.Read more "Advanced Cooking"