There’s no denying it, I am the queen of tupperware boxes!
I take my breakfast into work in one, I have another box for my lunch, and then an additional one, or sometimes two, for healthy snacks throughout the day. There’s so many lunchboxes in my bag, it looks like I’ve taken a group of children out for a picnic. In fact, eating food from plastic tupperware boxes is so natural for me that sometimes having my dinner from a plate just feels plain wrong!
“It’s 20% exercise, 80% diet”, “you can’t out train a bad diet” and “abs are made in the kitchen” are all phrases you’ll hear flying around the fitness industry time and time again, but can you eat healthily for less?
Do you know someone who gives you a judgemental look everytime you reach for some unhealthy food? Perhaps they even comment on what that food will do to you? Yeah, we all know somebody like that, unfortunately for my Mum that person is her own daughter, me.
Rummaging through cupboards and picking out the hidden nasties masquerading as ‘healthy’ cereals – no red labelled item is safe from the me, the Sugar Police! While this sounds more than a little annoying, it is a role I have taken upon myself for one purpose and one purpose only only, the safety of my mum.
Accidentally made the top left muffin a bear, but I like him!
Does anybody else feel that they have to eat something different for breakfast on a weekend? Porridge is great Monday to Friday, but it just won’t do on a Saturday or a Sunday! Continue Reading
In the spirit of National Vegetarian Week I decided to give up meat for seven days.
I kick started my journey by watching a very traumatic, but insightful, documentary called Vegucation which shocked me so much that, at one point, I did even become a bit concerned that even eating vegetables was immoral. After I recovered from the shock I put my logical cap back on, deleted the ranting blog post I had written about the dairy industry, and ate some cheese.
I’ve never been a fan of fad diets or anything that involves cutting out food groups, so when I heard about the Raw Til 4 movement I was concerned…
Good Monday morning my sunshines!
I thought I’d start off the week on a positive note by spreading some sweetness around!
As you know I am a self confessed sugar addict, a topic which I have written about before and will no doubt write about again. So when I found something that almost satisfied my sugar cravings I got a little bit excited…blog post excited!
Valentine’s Day is nearly here. For most couples it is a sentimental day filled with love, but not for me because I’m planning to end the relationship with the love of my life – no, not my boyfriend – I’m talking about sugar!
For as long as I can remember I have been told to drink plenty of water. Whether you want to lose weight, improve your skin, or even boost your energy levels, it’s believed that nature’s magical elixir is the answer – but I have never listened.
I have a confession to make….I am a burger addict. A habit which is ritually fed by every quirky, bohemian burger venture that Manchester has to offer. If there is an amazing burger rumoured to exist, I will have to check it out.
Last saturday I battled through the snow and (delayed) metrolinks for a date with my burger destiny. Mud Crab Cafe in Didsbury was the venue, The Original Dirty Burger was the chosen one.
Despite a tantalising menu of wacky and wonderful creations, including the Duck & Waffle – slow roasted duck with a maple syrup hash browns – and the Greek USA – a cheeseburger with peanut butter and fried egg – I was instantly drawn to the loaded feast of tender pulled pork, BBQ sauce and premium beef that is the Original Dirty Burger.
Tucked away at the end of Didsbury Village, Mud Crab Cafe captures the effortless charm that so many Manchester restaurants try to imitate. Offering Didsbury residents a slice of the eccentric vibe found in the Northern Quarter, mixed with the maturity of a Chorlton hang out. With a lavish cocktail bar at the front, avant-garde decor and plenty of ample seating opportunities, the restaurant ticked all of the brunch time criteria that we could have hoped for.
I had skipped breakfast for the occasion, something which I never normally do, so I was properly famished by the time we ordered. I shared a Middle Eastern Starter plate with my boyfriend to begin with, which I’m afraid I didn’t photograph as we practically inhaled it. It was tasty, with oil soaked vine leaves, hummus and onion bhajis, but it was on the smaller side. Considering it was meant to be a sharing plate for a few people it didn’t last very long and we polished it off within a few minutes.
Without too much of a wait the main meals arrived. Dog dishes filled with condiments appeared on the table, adding to the quirky atmosphere. As a regular visitor to Black Dog Ballroom, I did wonder why they haven’t cottoned on to doing the same thing too.