I love a productive morning. Yesterday I awoke before 7am and managed to sneak in a shower, planned the next 2 weeks of my working life, reached level 1283 on Candy Crush, and persuaded Mum to teach me my favourite prawn curry (which I nailed in 20 minutes). And all before 11am.
I probably should have waited and taken that shower after cooking, because I suddenly became conscious of the fact I smelled really fishy. Which I wouldn’t have minded so much if I was planning on spending my Sunday the way I have spent it for the last few months – working (zzzzzzzz). Except yesterday I was visiting Conor’s neighbours/second family for dinner, and kind of wanted to smell nice. I started this post yesterday but then found myself typing against the clock because I needed to change out of my pyjamas, and my dark circles needed a lot of work.
Dinner was wonderful. (Conor, if you’re reading this, I like your people). My usual nervous and awkward self felt at ease, and the food reminded me of home (in that it was delicious, and there was LOTS of it). There was an intense game of Monopoly and I got to play by the real rules for the first time. There was no actual winner because after over 2 hours we decided to call it a day. I think I prefer my fake rules – the game is over a lot quicker, and the rent doesn’t change regardless of the number of houses you’ve got so you’re always ballin’ (<<<< sometimes I like to use words you will never hear me say out loud).
Speaking of houses – finding somewhere to live is really crap. Everything is either too expensive, or too far, or too dirty (seriously, take those pictures down), or too taken. The “recent calls” tab on my phone is all estate agents, and my stress eating has moved from microwaved chocolate to sour Skittles. Also, I recently tried pre-cooked rice out of a packet for the first time and enjoyed it, and that kind of makes me sad. There’s no direct causal relationship but I’m sure my house hunting frustrations have something to do with. (I bought another one, and that makes me sadder).
Let me refocus to something that makes me happy. Like, these brownies, for example. Rich, decadent and so so so gooey, banana and walnut brownies. I spent a good few minutes sorting through the bag of walnuts for whole ones to place on top (the journey home crushed most of them), and delicately placed the banana discs to look scattered. Because presentation. Before smashing my face into it and enjoying every mouthful.
Note: The banana taste is quite distinct (I like it), but if you’d prefer it to be more subtle then use one banana instead of two.