soft pretzels

Last night*, we watched Midnight in Paris, ate cheese and baguettes and sipped on alcoholic beverages. Last night, a vision of a fromagerie was born, where artisan cheeses would be served to customers who love food as much as we do. Last night, a storm was born and raged for a short while. Continue reading

day four – LBTL

So I know I’ve been banging on about this a lot, but, well, it is kinda my life at the moment. But hey, just so that you don’t think that a) I’m a raging b*tch or b) I’m superhuman, yes, it’s hard. And so I thought I’d answer a few questions that people have been asking me about Living Below the Line.

What do you miss the most?

Coffee. Followed closely by sweets and sweet snacks. It’s just being able to eat whenever I want. I can’t because I have to save it for the next meal.

What’s the hardest thing about it?

You know, I’d originally thought that working around food as I do would be the hardest and it is hard. Especially today when we had cake scraps to pick from, and it’s day four and I really just want to eat cake. And I’m sick (getting over a cold) and that’s been pretty difficult too. Early days for uni, wanting to curl up and go back to sleep. But the hardest thing – harder than no coffee, early mornings, no snacking, no flavour – is that every single time I think to myself  ‘man, I just want a cup of coffee’ or ‘Can I just cheat? just a little?’ there’s this voice in my head that goes ‘Suck it. You know that there are 1.4 billion people who have to do this every day, with even less food because they have to spend their money on other stuff as well.’ The hardest thing is not being able to feel sorry for myself, and then realising how good I have it, how spoiled I really am.

What’s the best thing about it?

Fundraising! All the amazing people who have donated, thank you. All the amazing people who are about to donate, all you have to do is click here! No, kidding. I REACHED MY FUNDRAISING GOAL! YAY! And it’s all for an amazing cause – to help people get out of the cycle of poverty. Education is really good. Be grateful for your education! Utilise your education! Don’t skip class or nap during lectures! It doesn’t take much to make me grateful, sure. Just a week of hunger, longing and beating up on myself.

One day to go!

Tomato Soup

This isn’t a concrete recipe. Just take some tomatoes.

Slice them in half.

Roast them for about half an hour.

Put them in a blender.

Cover them with water. Add a little bit of butter.

Blend.

Eat with yesterday’s flatbread, dreaming of a better world.

good pyjamas = good sleep

“GOOD PYJAMAS : GOOD SLEEP” so goes the old saying, yet many people donot understand the vital significance of pyjamas in the achievement ofdeep and restful sleep.

SLEEPING IS A RELIGIOUS ACTIVITY: a holy communion with the inner worldof dreams and darkness. The appropriate ceremonial attire is importantfor a smooth passage into the land of nod.

ESSENTIALLY, pyjamas must FEEL COMFORTABLE and LOOK RIDICULOUS. Wearingthem is a ritualistic renunciation of the concious, external world: theworld of looking good and feeling stressed.

As we approach the cot, pyjama clad, the LUDICROUS SELF is proclaimed,triumphant and free. The vestments of the outer world lie cast off andcrumpled on the floor.

We look soft and child-like; inept and shambling; primitive and funny.The pyjama fabric droops like tired old elephant skin. The buttons aredone up in the wrong holes. The trousers are hitched up nearly to thearmpits. The cuffs wag above the ankles.

One side of the coat is tucked in, the other side hangs out. We have noplace in the “real” world looking like this! WE ARE THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF. What freedom! What peace! What blessed relief!

“GOOD PYJAMAS : GOOD SLEEP”
Michael Leunig

*I am sorry for the lazy post but I am so out of it today my thoughts are not worthy of attention. So, read someone else’s very worthy philosophies about sleep and pyjamas instead. Hopefully I will be more optimistic tomorrow. Adieu.