went to sleep last night dreaming of this breakfast <3
yogurt bowl (plate 🤪) of my dreaaaams. berry chia pudding, frozen berries and tahini, homemade sultana pumpkin seed granola, and some white chocolate for good measure. happy hump day 🤸♀️
gooood morning from me and my salted caramel yogurt bowl ⭐️ that tastes better than it looks 🤪
5 min stovetop granola, salted caramel protein + greek yogurt, raspberries, orange, dark chocolate, salted caramel drizzle. enjoyed making and gulping this after a very unmotivated gym sesh hehehe.
chai, orange & chocolate chunk cookies 🤸♀️🍊
been a weird week to say the LEAST but baking somehow always helps bring calm to the chaos (in my head). experimenting w these flavours was something. spicy, fruity, and a bit bitter from the dark choc. me thinks they go so well together.
easy peasy lemon squeezy mid week lunch. served with a side of sun (and a crisp diet coke ofc).
pear & red cabbage salad with lettuce, toasted nuts, parmesan and honey vinaigrette. flowy egg. & and the star of the show: an eggs benny quiche from @pieminister !!!!! yum yum yumzaaaa
i gots to be real this is from a few days ago when the flu wasn’t killing me. i’m currently on a diet consisting of chai and dipping brioche into said chai.
happy bank holiday monday from me and brekkie 🤓
brioche french toast, whipped vanilla mascarpone cream, caramelised brown sugar banana, berry chia compote, dark chocolate.
spent a copious amount of the long weekend laughing and yapping and being silly with my friends (when i should’ve really been studying) but do i have any regrets? no. so far this year i’ve come to realise that i haven’t been as present and in touch with my (long distance) friends. in the architecture of modern adulthood time is scarce and everyone is perpetually tired. it is a generational condition and on the days when i am feeling particularly pessimistic I find no way to escape it. leisure seems out of reach and i fall further and further into a spiral of productivity and guilt, where even rest must be earned and spare time must be rationalised as if it were an indulgence. when idleness transforms into a moral failing, our schedules fill themselves almost automatically and leave little space for the cultivating intimacy and friendship. believe me when I say I would love to discuss how capitalist forces are to blame. but i’m not sure it’s entirely capitalism’s fault (it is more often than not) but maybe it’s me. i do think it’s me. i’m almost envious of my 16 year old self who had all the time in the world to just show up at a friend’s house unannounced, be present (without this distracting brick in my hand) and only leave after the sun had long set. i’m grappling to understand what changed since. i might not have clarity on the reasoning just yet but one thing is clear from a weekend full of being around my wonderful friends: there is nothing good about the plague of low maintenance friendship. i love my friends. and i need to get out of my bed and show up for them. (if i’m lucky enough to call you my friend and you are reading this, i will call you after my exam. i miss you. i hope you bear with me).
if u know me! u know how afraid i am of making bread! last weekend i made some brioche buns to try and get over my fear! baby steps!
buns came out smaller than i expected (👀) but still cute enough to make some lemon pepper tofu sliders with garlic airfryed fries. is this my year of perfecting bread?
espresso banana bread, espresso whipped butter, icelandic yogurt, dark chocolate. you must be kidding meeeeee. this is my dream breakfast. a glorious wednesday morning i cannot lie.
i’m feeling some sort of way today so let’s word vomit shall we. let me tell you a little story (trigger warning, ed). not many moons (years) ago there was a girl (me) who was afraid of breakfast. what a silly fear you must think. she used to skip breakfast thinking two meals a day were enough. thinking eating breakfast would make her bigger. thinking skipping breakfast would make her smaller. she got so obsessed with being smaller that she forgot how much joy the first meal of the day brought her. unfortunately (or fortunately) for her, her tummy did not quite react well to skipping breakfast. it growled. it ached. it asked for food. yet she wouldn’t feed it at the crack of dawn. the ache radiated. it became unbearable. it became regular. the girl realised skipping breakfast was a no no. the doctors she went to told her the same. the girl now eats a hearty breakfast every single day. she does so without feeling an ounce of guilt. she knows there are no bad foods. she knows how happy food makes her. and so she eats banana bread first thing in the morning. and she lives happily ever after.
went to sleep dreaming of making this bowl for breakfast 🤪
oats, tahini, caramelised pear, yogurt, dark chocolate, raisins, pumpkin seeds. i miss breakfast already.
do you like chocolate orange or do you have bad taste? 🤪🍊
something switched in twenty twenty two when i started appreciating choc & orange together and my life hasn’t been the same since. elite combo if you ask me.
chocolate orange sponge. orange compote. chocolate orange buttercream. for a friend’s birthday!
berry compote, coconut water, matcha cold foam ❤️🔥🥥💚
i was a bit skeptical about the coconut water + matcha trend but this was the best bevvy i’ve whipped up. so refreshing. 3pm on a sunday. meal prep done. you have the whole of a sunny evening ahead of you. you make this beauty. the perfect antidote to sunday scaries me thinks.
