It was a busy morning at work, but I had to get to the doctor. The situation was bordering on dire and I couldn’t put it off any longer.
I don’t often strike up conversations on public transport. I’m polite when spoken to, but I usually just keep myself to myself.
So one afternoon when a lady spoke across the aisle to me on a tram into the city, I responded genially – until the conversation took a downward spiral into jaw-dropping territory, which I was powerless to overcome.
Ok so not exactly tea, but pretty tea cups! Besides, it’s chocolate rice pudding and who doesn’t want that? You can get the recipe here, along with three other ideas for leftover rice because we all know it’s impossible to figure out how much to make and you’re there with 82 bags in the freezer and a bowlful in the fridge.
Well I finally got my sick-of-winter-wish and now Melbourne is sweltering through a heatwave. Of course I’m overjoyed, but also a. slightly concerned because our earth is melting, and b. tomorrow will be 17 degrees and I will barely cope.
I have a tendency to think that when you’re eating raw vegetables, you need a pretty robust dip, sauce, or dressing to contend with. I love a chunky salad, but a vinaigrette just gets lost among the concrete carrot discs. Hand me a ranch or a green goddess dressing and I’ll forgive you.
Ok so a few months ago, I travelled to Portland to attend the World Domination Summit, not knowing what to expect. Apparently it’s all about “living a remarkable life in a conventional world”, and I definitely met some remarkable people on my journey. The best fun by far though was hearing Robby Novak, aka Kid President speak.
In collaboration with SunRice.
You know how there is that one thing you just fail at in the kitchen? Like poaching an egg is harder to master than peace in the Middle East, and the thought of creating a croissant makes you break out in a cold sweat?
For years I was thwarted by rice. One of the cheapest, most versatile basics you could ever have in your repertoire and I avoided it like a toddler avoiding bedtime because I just could.not.get.it.right. It either sat in a huddled gluggy mass in my saucepan like even it was disappointed in me, or I burned every last grain at the bottom while unhelpfully leaving the top layer uncooked.
Every time I tried, I failed.
I’ve struggled with poor sleep for as long as I can remember – even as a kid I was a crazy insomniac. Over the last few years I got better, then extremely worse (non-sleeping child nearly killed me), then back to being much better again: with thanks to guided meditations reminding me to relax and breathe, and stopping me from mulling over stupid shit that fills my brain before sleep.