S&theGP in SCOTLAND

It’s been a lazy week. I feel like I need to get out of the city, but the tickets to Oxford are really expensive. like over 100 pounds one way. and that is not chill. Everyone went away this weekend except for Paige and myself, so the Rager and I had a chill hang out weekend. She made a quiche (in a pie tin, btw) and I made penne alla vodka con salmon and petit pois, but it actually had fusilli cause that’s how i do. Last night, I had the sudden urge to make fried feta, so i rolled feta that had been soaked in ice water in salted flour, and then put it in hot olive oil. et voila! Today, I mashed carrots to add to my mashed cauliflower, and prepared some challah bread. I have figs that I can put honey on (I need more creme fraiche, though so that I can truly enjoy them), tomato soup, lots of veggies and stuff; it should be a really health week.  So I think I’m good on food for the next week, lol. I just don’t like my inability to measure things (i can’t measure lower than 1 tablespoon) so I’ve avoided doing any sort of baking that would be so complex. I’m probably going to make some pumpkin bread or muffins.I just have some leftover yeast from when Eli visited and some flour, so I figure that I can just make my own bread rather than buy it.

Eli was here last weekend, so being on top of things and a good hostess took a lot out of me. I always am so exhausted after my friends have come to visit me, and it’s even more so in a town that we’re both unfamiliar with. We had such a good time together, and I think the mix of being able to see her last weekend and having 72 hours of alone time will allow me to act like a normal human being again. There’s something completely perfect about being by myself.  I can’t wait to visit her in Edinburgh, though! It’s really cheap to visit her there, lol.

maaah bia making mashed cauliflower and turnips

I just got a blitz yesterday that said I’ve been appointed chair of the Polar Bear Swim again, which is pretty sweet. I like planning that shiz.

Finally, I’ve worked my way through a jar of honey, which I guess is better than a jar of nutella. Good Lord, I love me some honey.

talking very angrily to nobody in particular

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