There has been an awful lot in the media recently about the healthy/’clean’ eating craze. Foodies and cookbook authors have been getting a lot of bad press. The thought is that the ‘clean-eating’ phase is getting taken to the extreme by some people, resulting in eating disorders. The media deems it necessary to target the current top ‘wellness’ stars and pick faults. It saddens me that as a nation we always need to pick a target and point the blame at someone. Some of the people who are being targeted are some of my main inspiration sources. They do not tell you what will work for you, just what has worked for them. They believe in a balanced lifestyle and use natural ingredients and healthy fats. If that encourages someone to cook a homemade meal instead of a ready meal then I think that’s fantastic. I have never been on a diet in my life, and don’t intend to. As soon as I tell myself I can’t have something, it is all I want. Moderation is key. I listen to my body, some days it needs extra carbs, some days it’s happy on salads. My plant based diet, and regular exercise, makes me feel good, in my mind and in my body. I also love cake. Life is about balance. As Michael Pollan said; Eat food, not too much, mostly plants.
Some things need testing, a bit of tweaking here and there, a little bit of adding and subtracting. Mixing, making, eating. Jotting down tweaks, re-doing the recipe, scribbling all over your notes. Some things take some work. Some things work the first time around, but some things don’t. This weekend was a lot of trial and error. A lot of washing up the same bowls, heating up the same gadgets. Only for it to continuously not work. I take my hats off to anyone who creates a recipe book. Here’s me, on a Saturday, practically throwing my mixing bowl through the window in frustration, all for one recipe.
I was trying to make waffles. I love waffles. If I could, I would eat everything in waffle form. Something about them just gets to me. Their perfect shape. Full of corners and squares. Their crisp shell with a fluffy inside. I’m drooling just typing about them… sorry too much information. So, here I was this weekend, trying to make these waffles work. Every single attempt resulted in me scraping them out of the waffle iron, in a thousand little pieces. The shame of it was, they tasted SO GOOD, but they looked so bad. I eventually admitted defeat, this mix and my £20 waffle iron just weren’t meant to be, not for now anyway. Instead, this mix and PANCAKES. Because whats nearly as good as waffles? You got it, PANCAKES.
As you read this, we will be cruising the snowy (hopefully), sunny (even more hopeful) slopes in the French Alps. We are off for a weeks snowboarding holiday, to a town we know and love well, Morzine. Having spent 3 winter seasons working there, I can’t wait to get back and smell the mountain air, catch up with old friends, and drink a nice, cold demi peche. Not to mention take in those breathtaking mountain views.
Tonight I am frantically trying to find all my old kit, trying to decide which outfits I may or may not (60’s shift dress??) need. Bursting with excitement about the week to come.
Yesterday I was feeling like a domestic goddess. I finished work early, got back to the boat before dark and had a sudden burst of energy. I decided I would sweep the chimney. A job that has needed doing for a while but we hadn’t quite found the time to do it yet.
I was up on the roof, chimney hat off, with my make shift chimney sweep (the joys of gaffa tape!), sweeping away. I felt rather proud of myself that I was doing a pretty grotty job. Practical goddess if you will. Once swept I knew I was going to have to go inside and clear out the fire before I could light it and warm myself up. It took me about 45 mins of sticking my arm up the fire and scooping out charred ash. After what seemed like forever, I was pretty certain I’d cleared it out completely.
So I lit a nice fire to get toasty. Then the problems started. Smoke started billowing out of the bottom vents, into the boat. Not the chimney as it should do. So what did I do? Well I opened the fire door didn’t I… let’s just say it took me a long while to get the fire alarm to stop going off.