Galbi beef
It was 6°C max yesterday. For you Americans, that’s 42°F. For everyone else, that’s fucking cold for October. So what to have for lunch on a cold cold day? Korean BBQ, that’s what.
*nommy nom nom nom*
Have you ever experienced the moment, the exact moment when you realised that you had a problem? The micro-split-second in time when the penny drops. Because for those of you who’ve ever had a problem, you all know that it doesn’t matter how much anyone else tells you you have a problem, the penny just doesn’t drop until well, it drops. And when it does, you check yourself into an institution.
By the time you hit the ripe young age of um, my age, I would hazard a guess that you will have managed to gather a hefty legion of friends along your life’s journey. Friends from school and university and work and friends of friends and um, even friends from the interwebs, although I wouldn’t tell anyone you actually make friends from the interwebs because I’m pretty sure that’s still very much frowned upon.
This week is my fat week. I’ve acknowledged it, accepted it, and wholly embraced the fact that there is nothing much I can do about getting fat when I choose to indulge in eating out six nights out of seven this week. And to start my dinner with pork crackling. I mean, holy mother of fried fatty bits of air.
A couple of weeks ago, we went to that Finnish pop-up restaurant, Hel Yes, and it inspired me to throw a Finnish meal together. It wasn’t like I was going to spear a reindeer and forage for lingonberries, but try my very darn-est I did. I browsed through my Moomins Cookbook (because every novice Finn cook must start with Moomins simple instructions) and came up with this pleb menu:
No starter because I’m a pleb
Meat & macaroni bake, served with beetroot salad
Apple pie for dessert
But then, somewhere along the line, my apple pie plans were foiled by Panu bugging me to make a banoffee pie instead, but that’s not all bad 😉
6pm is not too late for a nap is it? I asked that of the wise twitterati and it was with great glee that I was told, no, no 6pm is certainly not too late for a nap.
And lucky that because wow, did I need that nap. My weekend began with a fancy dinner and ended with an indulgent lunch, and in between? There was a lot of gluttony going on and like any good little piggy, I just needed to sleep it off.