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My Mostly-Martha’s Maple Cookies
These cookies are the culmination of a dual obsession: Martha Stewart and making sure I use up…
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Guilty Pleasures 2: Anchovies, Aioli, Tomatoes on Bruschetta
This was inspired by my local pub, The Royal Oak, and is a taste of home (helps hugely with…
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Another housemate birthday, another chocolate cake. Triple layer chocolate creme, yum (Taken with Instagram)
I love my job #muffin (Taken with Instagram)
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Decided I need to get much better at having a camera always on me for the amazing places I find to eat at and the food they serve.
Although if I’m not careful I will be SUCH a fatty.
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I love that my week has no significance, there’s no need in my existence to ‘live for the weekend’. It’s Monday morning and I’m on the train to St. Austell in Cornwall, just because I can be.
I hate the thought that eventually my life will take on the typical format, if I let it. I could easily slip back into the nine to five. Careers are a 20th century invention, what happened to free living? We are removed from our consequences. If we don’t work for a day, we have no money, not no food. We are not seasonal, we do not visually depend on our landscape anymore.
This is normally when I would wrap up neatly, offering some solution or advice. But here, I can’t. I will live for as long as I can with self-determined structure rather than social expectancy, I will continue to see the world while others see office walls. Freedom tastes too sweet to give it up for bitter ‘reality’ yet.
Sometimes, you just have to haul out the bullshit. Grab a spade and start shovelling.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
—Samuel Beckett, born 106 years ago today.
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There are no chance meetings, no fleeting love affairs, not even brief encounters. The people we meet, the people we love and those we encounter for even the smallest amount of time, a little piece of these people stays with us for our entire lives. Everything is a transaction, not in a consumptive fashion; instead we trade. It is a little piece of ourselves that is exchanged for a little piece of them - whether favourable or not - and through this process we build and we grow. The greatest of romances can have as much effect as bumping into a stranger, a callous word stays with us as much as a thousand caresses.
We should not underestimate, under value, or under appreciate those with whom we fall into contact. If every instance is a transaction, do not be shortchanged. Be the best person you can be, give away positivity, conscientiously object to those who would give you less. Do not place store in economics alone, they are likely to crash. Instead, have faith in people, in contact, in trade.
