I never bake! But I baked! It’s an excellent, very chocolatey, banana bread, but you can barely taste the banana. There’s literally no angst in this post.
It is difficult to eat with both arms hooked up to an IV: with the double whammy of a drip on both left and right, you need something portable, tidy, and absolutely full of nutrients. When eating is tricky, every mouthful has to absolutely count. (And, if you aren’t really eating, because you are so tired and stressed that everything tastes of ash- which is a true thing that happens, by the way- the same applies.)
So I found these bars. And they were (almost) perfect.
My seasons are the seasons of church, although I am not religious, as a rule: my seasons are the seasons of school, which are the seasons of the Church of […]
I was at the sexual health clinic, and I was thinking about doughnuts.
I was at the sexual health clinic because my friend Caroline had asked me to go with her to acquire the morning-after pill. Everyone should have a friend who would invite them to the sexual health clinic, and everyone should have a friend who would go with them: Caroline is mine (both ways). So we were at the sexual health clinic, and we were thinking about doughnuts.
There are weeks that are made for steamed vegetables, and weeks that are made for nuts and grains, and then there are weeks that are made for absolutely nothing but […]
There’s just a hint of blue sky (enough to make a pair of sailor’s trousers) over the Rec, and mist over the moors, and the village is very, very quiet. […]
The Tall Man had a birthday, and for that birthday I bought him books, and made him a cake. These are in order of importance, of course: a birthday can […]