Post-humous events

In what is possibly the most middle-class predicament I’ve ever found myself in, sainsburys have stopped selling taramasalata. It seems to be to make room for about 20 types of houmous and pointless shite like fava bean dip. How can I live without my favourite protein source? 

Duck! Egg

Today I finally got round to visiting Cafe Strange Brew in Shawlands. It’s a great as everyone says, and cheaper than Tapa (mind you, so are most places). My other half wanted to go to the hot dog place across the road, but I couldn’t bear sitting across from him with a pretend dog while he ate one of my favourite pre-veggie snacks. Anyway, the pic above shows my brunch of a flatbread topped with houmous and fried aubergine with a duck egg and pomegranate seeds. All in all pretty tasty! I’ll defo be back. 

Getting enough protein is becoming easier now that I have peanut butter on toast for breakfast pretty much every day. I haven’t cooked any of the Wholefoods stuff yet, not sure whether to use it like meat or do something different with it yet… 

A little death

Some people say that you shouldn’t eat anything you couldn’t kill yourself. I dont necessarily subscribe to that view, but it’s part of my justification for eating fish (if I need any). I’ve caught a fish, killed it and ate it. It was about 28 years ago and it was a titchy wee trout, but still. 

If you extend this logic to its natural conclusion, this means I can also eat spiders, flies, midges and the occasional wasp. Let’s see how fed up I get with tofu before we go down that route though. 

I think my digestive system is starting to realise something is going on and it’s not happy. A hearty bowl of muesli for breakfast today will hopefully counteract the effects of my gut downing its tools. Tonight’s dinner is another M&S fishfest but I’m planning to do some proper cooking tomorrow…watch this space !