I haven’t really been cooking anything new or exciting lately. I put this down to being heartsore, not sleeping well, and fighting anxiety on the frontline with a metaphorical sword that at times feels as hefty and threatening as a stick of powder-puff-pink fairy floss.
Which is not to say I’m stumbling down Struggle Street, but that I tend to arrive home after work rather exhausted and not keen on making anything for dinner that will require lengthy washing up afterwards. In fact, most nights I’m capable of little more than putting on Treme (down in the Treme / it’s me and my baby…) and throwing something together in a bowl that I’m quite sure would appeal to pretty much no one but me.
Like plain crumbled firm tofu mixed with tahini, nutritional yeast, sambal oelek, and miso paste, eaten cold with a spoon.
Or a toasted English Muffin topped with dark-as-night black sesame spread, a smidgen of maple syrup, and hemp seeds.
I can give you one faux-recipe, though, which I’ve been making almost daily since Chobani generously sent me a box of their new plain non-fat yoghurt. I’ve somewhat fallen in love with this yoghurt (even more than the flavoured kinds) on account of how ridiculously thick, creamy, and tangy-without-being-acidic it is.
I do plan to bake with this plain yoghurt eventually, but for the moment I shall give you my quick (and magnificent, yo) snack recipe:
1. Open 170g tub of Chobani plain non-fat yoghurt.
6. Wash plastic tub and give to E.Moonbeams for her garden projects, then proceed to eat four hundred and thirty seven million straight spoonfuls of coconut and sprinkles while working at your desk.
Other tasty things I’ve eaten lately have included this Almond Protein Hit Bounce Ball, brought back for me from America by my darling Heidi:
I also experienced Zambrero for the first time, opting for the vegetarian Salad Bol. This comprised a thick layer of refried beans and another of rice across the entire bottom of the takeaway container, all topped with lettuce, jalapenos, tomato salsa, guacamole, and smoky tamarindo sauce.
And then I ate an entire jar of White Chocolate Wonderful peanut butter in two days with just a spoon after having an existential crisis walking home about how underneath the bitumen road and concrete footpath upon which my feet trod is earth, earth, soil and living creatures and earth and cold dark breathing living unknowns all the way down under us under us forever and ever so far down down down under us forever until it’s the other side of the world and oh dear I can’t think about it anymore or I’ll freak out all over again.
Question Time: Do you even get flustered trying to comprehend basic facts of existence? It happens to me every time I try understand and accept that DVDs translate into little tiny people dancing around on my TV.