You know that moment where you smell something delicious and think: “Damn! Whatever the neighbours are cooking, I want me some.”
When I saw this recipe, I absolutely had to try it. It seemed like the holy grail of the Paleo diet – a grain-free focaccia bread! Surely such a thing cannot be!
It’s a hard and fast rule of the universe that with jam, comes bread.
“These are all spices?”
Yes, I know I’m a little late with this one.
Have you heard the joke about gingers having no souls?
The last time we took Dog to the vet with his skin problems, the guy told us to put him on a pork-and-sweet-potato only diet.
So it only took a week for the virtuous post-New Year’s “oh I’m not eating anything sweet for, like, a month…if not longer” to wear off.
My morning routine usually goes as follows: have shower, walk sleepy Dog, feed sleepy Dog, feed sleepier husband, grab things in a panic, shove some yoghurt in my face, run out the door.