I have to. I mean, it’s not like I can just go to somebody’s house and be like, here, have some alcoholic/caffeinated super decadent dessert… there is no one close enough like that within my lockdown kms.
(I would share, honestly, seriously I would).
Yes, I said alcohol. Frangelico my dears, an entire cup’s worth!
And the same quantity of coffee too!
Topped off with a sprinkling of chopped up hazelnuts mixed through cocoa powder…
Lockdown ain’t much different than a Winter’s night.
I don’t know. It just felt like, same-same to me today.
And though it isn’t Winter yet, we’ve gotten PLENTY of previews lately. We were planning on staying in tonight anyway, so when lockdown was announced, we just upped our Saturday cook-at-home plans, and put on the heater.
I made some vanilla muffins during the day from the Rachael Finch program…
I pimp these up with bits of chocolate, because make these healthy treats a little more ‘family-friendly’ that’s why, and also we have enough chocolate from Easter to last us ’til Santa comes around again.
And at night, I made a recipe I had bookmarked, perhaps last lockdown? LOL.
Marion Grasby’s Hoisin Beef Noodles
Now this, OMG. Droooool.
That is all.
The longer we are in iso, the longer I’ll just make more recipes, read and write more, and clean the house more in a mad frenzy (OK that one not so much, but a little more 🤣🤣)
You get a whole lot of time to actually catch up on stuff.
And it may not be things that you feel are necessarily important or even life-serving…
It can be something as simple as working out how to use Insta stories.
This thing has been bugging me for months now. Insta. In particular, insta stories, and the potentially and definitely mammoth amount of filters and options and links and tags and what have you that you can add onto them.
They’ve left me confused for so long, but yet I haven’t really tried to learn it either.
The Insta youtube tutorial. Oh yeah, I am such a dag right now.
But now, I KNOW! I’m a dag that knows!
I posted my first insta stories tonight, and even created a new Highlights reel on my page, woo hoo!
If you wish to check out what all my fuss is about (and see my stories, i.e. it’s food!) look up @smikgwriter
The first half of my weekend was amazing… and honestly, the second half was meant to be good too.
We went shopping today to get some much needed Christmas gifts ticked off our list.
We got some stuff… there is still quite a bit to go…
But my recurring pains meant the day was not as happy-go-lucky as I’d expected.
Like I do all the time on this blog, I tried really hard to find the positive. And despite not really understanding what the hell is going on, there was some really simple, understated happiness to the day…
Axil Coffee Roasters.
The cafe at Chaddy was so good, we stopped there twice. Once for lunch…
And then after some more shopping, for coffee.
Now, I really should’ve taken the table photo of the coffee, and not just my cap, because honestly, the brownie, doughnut and danish we ordered alongside our 3pm pick-up would have made you DROOOOOOL.
This place brought the goods today. When other things failed, and I was getting down, this cafe hit the mark every time…
It’s turned me into a bit of a robot. I have to maintain an even expression of calm, composure, not over-reacting in any which way to the negative spectrum of things…
Or even the positive side.
But my days are pretty bland right now. I can’t do much. They consist of watching:
Bold and the Beautiful
I can watch any of these multiple times, in any order, totally randomly, simply according to my mood.
And then in between, I’ll throw in a couple (dozen) rounds of wordscapes on my phone.
If I do get confident or get a burst of can-do attitude, that is quickly quashed when I move the right side of my body, or bend over to the mid-way mark, therefore resulting in a sharp shooting pain in my right shoulder.
So back down, I sit.
But tonight, I got brave. And I thought it was the funniest think ever to prank hubbie. I was going through supermarket recipe mags to see which I should keep (a great sitting down, non-moving activity) when I saw a recipe for something that had recently upset his stomach…
With the biggest resolve and seriousness, I swallowed my grin and said “Hubbie! Look at this! Do you want me to make this?”
I pointed to the recipe, then waited as his eyes wafted over the title, catching the look pass his face as his expression went ‘what the?’ then turned to me slowly with an “are you bloody kidding me?” face.
I could not breathe. I clutched my belly, terrified my insides would burst out at any second, trying SO HARD to hold in my stifled breaths of laughter, but yet they came, squeezing out, making me sound like a strangled animal or something.
God it was worth it.
Yes a few things might have broken in the process… But oh well.
I was really surprised to reach the end of today, and find that I felt…
The exact same way I feel after we have one of our big birthday parties.
Only this year was different, right?
What was different…
Firstly, no family, no friends, NO ONE. Just us.
No celebratory birthday outing.
That’s about it.
What was the same though?
The food. We ate most of the day, and felt absolutely stuffed by it all!
The drinks. I went a little ‘woo!’ in my head.
The cakes. The candles.
The music. Freddie! Dancing.
The surprises… for both of us.
The love and well wishes that came from everywhere.
I have to say, my family and friends made sure we felt the love today.
During such a weird time in our lives, when we are going through celebrations and momentous life events without so much as a peep on the radar as to its significance, the people around me reminded us today that we are loved, we are remembered, and also…
That we WILL party really really really really HARD when this passes!
And so, it comes as no surprise that I would be feeling sad it was all over.