I decided it was time to give Maverick, that’s my freezer, a bit of clean. You see, I’d done the shopping and well if your anything like me you, you date, name and pack away your new goodies in an organised manner, although, maybe that’s a cheffy thing?
I dug a little deeper into Maverick and found the never ending packet of puff pastry, and voula…. The Persian Chicken Money Bag was born.
Continue Reading 
I’ve had one of those weeks! You know the kind, you feel flatter than a tack yet you’ve just got so much you need to do still, so lazing around (which is all I wanted to do) wasn’t an option.
Let me set the scene for you…. Friday afternoon & my temperature was sitting a little higher than was pleasant to deal with, I felt chilled to the bone & yet you could cook an egg on on my forehead. I kinda felt like I was wearing a helmet that was 2 sizes too small, my head ached & I felt miserable & to make matters worse, everyone that greeted me at work told me how awful I looked. Pretty sure your getting the gist of how I was feeling right?
Mr HG arrived home armed with a bucket load of goodies from the chemist that he assured me would combat the lurgy that was living within, so I decided to dose up and passed out in my comfy bed, willing the demons to exit my body whilst I slept.
Saturday was upon me all too soon, I wont go so far as saying I had a visit from George Clooney like my dear friend Cindy, but I sure did experience an action packed night of strange dreams & delirium that’s for sure. I actually felt pretty alright considering, maybe a little groggy from the drugs, but better, or so I thought.
It was a good thing food was of little interest to me in the days before I finally admitted I was sick, because I’d managed to run the fridge dry & the cupboards bare, but pretty impressed how creative one can be with minimal ingredients on hand all the same.
But, now I was starting to get better, I desperately needed to hit the shops and it seemed like a good idea at the time that I join the Costco crew and shop there. But nuh, it was a bad idea, the lines were huge & Im talking 2 hours long my friends. Clearly I wasn’t well enough to stand in line for Cosco this week I told myself, so I took myself off to my usual shops. Good idea right? Nuh, bad idea, a very expensive bad idea as it turned out as no sooner had I started in on my familiar food gathering mission that I found myself becoming vague & tired & forgetful. Dam this flue! Where has all my energy gone? Continue Reading
Meet Anna
Contact
