Posted at 6:08 pm
A ripe, juicy nectarine and dollop of natural yoghurt is perfectly adequate dessert material. Sweet, rich and creamy it ticks the ‘treat’ box just fine. However, there are times when you fancy a smidge more indulgence, and without major effort involved. Those are the times when you’re sorely tempted to reach for that box of chocolates, the one you stashed somewhere obscure in the hope that you might forget their location…but hold up a sec! Don’t go hunting for the chocolates just yet. Why, there’s another option on the cards. Let’s take a second look at that nectarine of yours. Sitting so innocently in the fruit bowl. In under twenty minutes you can transform this baby into a ‘luxurious’ dessert that’s a hell-of-a lot healthier, and satisfying, than a box of chocolates (because let’s be honest we never stop at just one). Continue reading
Posted at 6:08 pm
The cooler Autumnal weather always generates strong feelings of nostalgia for England. They have been especially strong this year in Melbourne, with the prevalence of numerous large deciduous trees surrounding the residential colleges and university (sound familiar? I can’t help myself when it comes to Autumn leaves. It’s an odd fascination, I know). The varying red-golden hues take me back to my six-month student exchange program nigh on four years ago. As the days drew shorter and the darkness crept in, apple crumble became a mainstay pudding at family ‘Sunday dinners’. Like many other experiences, such as running around like a lunatic, kicking up the crisp leaves in the back yard – something I may or may not still do – Sunday dinners were quite the novelty. It wasn’t lunch, yet at 4pm it wasn’t quite ‘dinner’ yet either. Completely baffling. However, the ensuring pudding of apple crumble (occasionally interchanged with pie or the inherently classic Victoria Sponge) was more than baffling, it was a pure shock. It. Wasn’t. Crumble. Surely castor sugar, flour, a dash of milk and butter did not equate to crumble topping? Turns out that one particular sixteen year old did not know her crumbles as well as she thought she did – there was, would you believe, more than one type. Continue reading
Posted at 8:47 pm
Exams. At times it feels as though the past few years have solely consisted of a never-ending stream of assignments, tests, essays, and more recently, practical assessments. Perhaps I’m over exaggerating a lot tad, I mean I only spent eight weeks at uni. Though to be fair that period involved at least one 2000 word essay per week, and often more. I’m one of those people who, when an assessment is looming, goes into crazy-lunatic-overdrive mode. Am I a little obsessive? Yeah. Not something I’m proud of but I’m slowly learning to tone things down a bit. Largely because such behaviour results in stress. A lot of stress. And for me, stress equals IBS, which leads to more stress, leading to even worse IBS…you get the idea.
So with a six hour practical exam looming tomorrow morning, followed by two theory tests in the afternoon and another six hour practical on Friday, I have been trying my best to keep the stress at bay. I have recently taken up meditation classes, but there are times when you need to do something that requires a little less, well, concentration. Continue reading