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Curry splodge for tea. I like to cook but I struggle to cut things up as Parkinsons shaking makes it hard to hold the knife. It tasted nice though. I buy odd shaped veg so I guess it doesn’t matter how it looks. Had no nan or roti bread so used tortillas instead.
I took this photo a few days ago and have no idea where it was at and who I was with! How can I have forgotten? I honestly don’t remember and you take a picture because the food is so nice. I don’t even remember what flavour it was!
It’s quite presentable, and I’m sure it was tasty, but after the last few days of problems and activity the whole thing has completely gone….
You know, the whole Internet is full of images of food. I guess you could save a lot of wasted space by not posting pictures of it!
Yummy chocolate cherry treats don’t last long and if I keep buying them, then they are no longer treats!
Only eight in the box, everyone tasty and sweet. With that sharp cherry tang.
I’d buy them every week, but they are not good for me. I swore not to eat as much sugar, but I think I’m addicted to it!
Only savoury treats now? I don’t know, the temptation is too great. Definitely wrapped in red for danger.
If you get to have a treat, enjoy.
When I promised to cut down
On sugary foods
I didn’t notice this cheese cake
Lingering just
Out of sight
The chocolate dot
Sat on the counter
Looking for a companion
To contrast with the cherry swirls
Give me strength
Never to return
To this cafe
On pain
Of chilli sauce
Poured on my dessert!
I just went shopping and they have changed the trolleys. They used to be shallow so that you didn’t reach down too far into them. The new ones are small, but deeper. If you want to get shopping out of it you have to reach down into it. Because I have Parkinsons I feel like I’m tipping forward and in danger of falling into the trolley.
If I use a basket I have to use a walking stick and it’s hard to put things into the basket without finding somewhere to put the stick down. Sometimes I hang it off shelves. Also the weight of the basket seems more everytime I shop.
I know this is a first world dilemma and I should be grateful to have supermarkets. I just feel frustrated that even when disabled people are catered for the company can change it’s mind and make things worse. I just want people to recognise the problems we can face.
There’s a glut of apples at the moment. People are bringing boxes and bags of them to give away.
Red, golden, yellow, green. Cookers and eaters, full of sugar and fibre. Crisp and juicy. I like them stewed with custard.
And you can’t beat an apple pie or crumble, just the mouth watering and warming dessert for this time of year. Sitting watching the rain and wind blowing horizontally past the windows, I want that bowl of flavour!
I used to toast these on the bars of the gas fire when I was a child. We used a fork hooked on by it’s prongs to the horizontal bars in front of the white ceramic blocks that the flames came up through.
Toasting the bottom of the crumpet first, then the top. It would get really hot and the butter would melt all the way down into the bubbled tubes of the crumpet. Delicious x
(not to be confused with English Muffins)
My old boy cat is getting thin. He is on medication for his heart, but that seems to be making him thinner. I don’t know his actual age because he was a rescue cat about 8 years ago. I didn’t find out his age then but he was fully grown. I’m having to accept he won’t be around for much longer. I’m giving him him lots of treats. He’s getting small meals but as often as he wants. I can’t make him eat but I can try and tempt him. At least he can sit in the sun if he wants.
Stewing some apples for tea. There red one has red flesh like a beetroot! Just got to mix up some custard.
Went for lunch with my friend. Overwhelmed by the size of my meal… Sausage, bacon, egg, beans, mushrooms, tinned tomatoes, a hash brown, and two slices of toast and butter. When I was younger this might be my Sunday breakfast, but I only eat it occasionally these days. The food was well prepared and hot, I enjoyed it, but also felt guilty having so much when so many are struggling. But it’s still worth asking the question. Why is the world so unequal?
Mallaband-Brown