My recent review on a local Tandoori restaurant gave burns hotter than their curries.
http://www.theswindonian.co.uk/24429/271585/a/girl-about-town-biplob-tandoori-old-town
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The Devil in Carb-ate
This evening I was reintroduced to a world of vice and nutritional sin. My old foe reared its ugly, cream filled, head and called to me from across the supermarket floor. Standing at the reduced bread stand I heard it whispering to me and made the fatal mistake of making eye contact. It was at that point my destiny for the evening was sealed. My poor body never stood a chance. The name of this dastardly snack? Custard creams.
A whole pack of custard creams now lay decimated on my bedroom floor, the empty wrapper and a string of pale crumbs serving as the only reminder that here once stood a tall stack of heavenly sin. The scrunched up wrapper of a product once fulfilled and bulging, now hollow and useless.
I dare not study the custard cream wrapper at length, the nutritional values which once seemed hidden from view now laugh at me in mockery, inspiring those inner feelings of guilt and shame. “You’ll remember this one moment of weakness for years to come!” it cackles. In frustration I reach out and grab the snack wrapper with such aggression that the orange skin lets out a rustling squeak. I thrust my hand into the bin and release my prisoner there to join the rotting carrot and greasy pizza boxes, before walking out of the room and switching off the light.
Wrapper dealt with I thought the guilt and ill feeling of consuming 50,00,000 calories in one sitting was removed from my life. I pick up a book and start reading in a bid to distract my mind. A little voice pipes up from deep inside me, it is coming from my stomach. It says “you thought you could dispel me so easily? You fool!” And the self loathing begins again.
The devil lives inside me and he is not red, nor is he a horned beast. He is a custard cream.
Girl About Town: 20 at The Kings
Alongside news outlet The Swindonian, I’ve started doing freelance work for the ‘what’s on’ website Total Swindon too. Check out my recent review on Swindon based restaurant, 20 at The Kings, here:
Nablopomo Day 16: A Messed up Food Diary
Typical Dietary Routine on a Weekday
(08:00 – Wake up)
(08:45 – Get into work)
09:15 – Water/breakfast tea/coffee
10:30 – 11:00 – Breakfast (porridge oats in water, aka gruel)
11:30 – Frusli (cereal bar)
11:45 – Herbal/breakfast tea
12:30 – (On a bad day) additional Frusli bar or pack of Cadbury Mini Animals (because I’m a big girl)
13:30 – Whole carrot
(14:00 – 15:00 – Lunch break)
15:05 – Eat lunch (cheese sandwich and apple squash)
16:15 – Yoghurt
(17:00 – Home time)
17:30 – Cheap coffee and crisps
18:30 – Chocolate snack bar
20:30 – Assorted dinner
22:00 – Chocolate/dessert and breakfast tea
23:00 – Half a Frusli bar (on a bad day)
(23:30 – Bed)
Typical Dietary Routine on Weekends When Visiting Family
(10:30 – Get up)
10:45 – Nice coffee
10:50 – Croissants
11:30 – Chocolate
12:30 – More nice coffee at home/out and about with cake
14:00 – Biggest roast in the world
14:45 – Breakfast tea
16:00 – Dessert/cake (forced consumption on account of the large lunch)
20:00 – Dinner
21:00 – Ice cream/dessert
22:00 – Breakfast tea
(00:00 – Bed)
How am I not morbidly obese? How? I tell you what, if I stop my exercise routine I’m stuffed, quite literally.
Don’t Touch Me Tomatoes
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Odd Trio.”
In my quest to post more stuff on this blog in the intervening time while my mind concocts amazing ideas for longer pieces (keep you eye out for a Christmas shopping themed post – Working title: “Christmas confessions of a Grimgrad shopper, well, not confessions because if they were confessions I wouldn’t be putting it on a public blog for all to read, nor would be I be casually whipping my phone out in shops to photo products while staff watch me uneasily from behind the till.” That, but a little bit shorter. Also a little bit more interesting. And grabbing. Basically everything this working title isn’t. Hmm…
Stay tuned!
Ok, where was I? Oh yeah, I’m doing this daily prompt thingy. I have three items I have to mention, but can you guess what they are? (What do you mean you clicked on the link above and know already? That’s cheating! Be honest, was it prompted by the paragraph above? Ok, noted.)
New readers – this is my style of writing. You get used to it, like a toy soldier riding a cat. It’s weird and not normal, but you can’t help but look at it anyway.
I’ll be honest, this is not a fabulously amazing evening. My knee is still not great (see http://wp.me/p5kuli-je for the background), in fact I actually believe that doing no exercise has somehow made it worse. Classic Alice. As such I’m spending the evening in the house as opposed to hitting the fitness classes. Nice cosy night in I thought. That was until I realised I have nada food in. All I have in my cupboard is Ainsley Harriot couscous and a tin of Sainsburys basics soup. Let the battle of the medicore foodstuffs begin!
Vs. 
With my knee I’m not taking any more chances so I’m facing the choice of a bowl of soup or a pile of couscous. If this was live TV I’d get people to vote on what I should eat, but the BBC has yet to approach me with a broadcasting deal so I’ve had to make this decision for myself. After a long hard think (over 20 seconds), I’ve gone for the soup. Why? Because a) with my leg I’m still classing myself as ill and b) I’m still trying to get over watching Ainsley doing the salsa on Strictly Come Dancing:
Looking at the packet of couscous all I can think about is him telling me to not touch his tomatoes. Couscous also involves water which will indefinitely mean I spill at least half of it on the floor, resulting in me dragging out the floor towel to mop it up. Once upon a time it may have been a beach towel, it’s certainly big enough to have been one, but years of washing and mopping up our sorry excuse of a kitchen has just killed it. You know the Wizard of Oz? Our floor towel went through the reverse affect. Was pretty, now bleak and dead.
So soup it is!
“Waiter! One can of sad soup for one if you please! Oh and can I get some extra frozen, reduced-price, bread and a glass of orange squash to go with that?”
Don’t you just envy the lie of a Grimgrad?
(Ps, the three items were a cat, a bowl of soup and a beach towel. And you thought it was going to be Ainsley Harriot’s tomatoes.)
Pps, all of the above is true.
There’s Some Weird Shizz in My Cupboard
On Friday I did my weekly food shop. To redeem a £2.25 money off voucher I ended up spending £20, forcing myself to buy enough juice, milk, bread etc. to keep me going until the next millennia. Single handedly lugging this weight back home I was winning at life but losing at the will to live it.
Once back I faced a new, equally crushing, task. I now had to find somewhere to put all this food. My attitude to unpacking shopping is usually to stuff it anywhere there is space. If I manage to put the correct food in the fridge/cupboard then it’s a bonus. However the draw back of this laid back attitude is a cupboard space full of, well, rubbish which in a house share environment with limited personal space isn’t really the most practical way to store food. After a long period of time trying to find a way around the problem I decided the only way to tackle the issue was to have a full on clear out.
Very quickly I realised I had accumulated a lot of random items over the past year. That or items severely damaged from the the random items. For example, this ‘good luck in your new house/job’ bag of fudge given to me last year…
Due to high temperatures and other items the individual pieces of fudge had become a super block of fudge, so flat my cup could sit comfortably on it:
There were the compulsory random assortment of mugs deep in my cupboard that I’d completely forgotten about:
There was also half a packet of Bachelor’s pasta, from where I’d clearly tried it but given up:
I’m not a student any more, I can afford better.
There was some random rubbish in there:
(The bin is literally two steps away, yet I made the effort to reach up and put the rubbish in the cupboard. Why would I do that?!)
Also had a container with a small amount of squash in it (I had just bought back a vat of the same flavour. Must be destiny!)
Start digging further back though and things get weird.
There’s a battery:
A piece of random string:
There was also a carton(?) of UHT milk:
I guess I’ll never experience the “tastes like fresh milk” feeling. It was the first item to be binned.
The carrots which have been in there so long they’ve attempted to grow but then died:
I’m assuming this is tea, but then it’s not in my tea tin with the regular, circular, tea bags.
Who knows what could be in it…
It made me think of this clip from the Inbetweeners:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yb5gVgj89mo
Come on though, this is me here. It’s tea.
*Bing, bonk* “Sugar leakage in cupboard three!”
Ooooh hello, some decent coffee. I actually could do with this!
Better see how many months I’ve got left to use up…
Oh.
There was some powder mix stuff in there that I’m sure dates back from my student days:
Still, at least that was in date.
There was also some cause for concern items in there. Notably the very close proximity of my vegetable sock cubes and the descaler tablets for my coffee machine.
(They were very quickly separated).
Three broken/badly damaged lunch bags? Check.
Every cupboard has that tin of tomato soup that everyone has but never actually wants to consume. You know, the one that would sell better in supermarkets if it skipped the bull and said “consume when sick: Eat when taste and quality are your lowest priorities.”
There is a happy end to all this though. No clear out would be complete without finding that gift card someone gave you at Christmas where you don’t know if it’s value is £0 or £1,000,000,000:
Knowing me it’ll probably be the former. A girl can dream.
So clear out complete and items reorganised I was able to fit the old rubbish food with the new. All categorised based on usage frequency and what time of the day they get used (breakfast, baking, dinner)*. Everything fitted in perfectly for once.
*Except the pittas. They are a category by themselves for some reason.
Now as long as I don’t accumulate any large or awkward items I’ll be fine…
For Christ’s sake.
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