I love ginger biscuits.
I love anything with ginger in it. I think, right after cinnamon it's the best spice ever. I use ginger in almost every sauce I make. Definitely in every cup of tea or hot chocolate and in many desserts.
Ginger gives food this light taste that makes you want to eat more. It's never heavy or stomach-upsetting. It goes with pretty much everything.
Ginger is the chameleon of foods.
I like it so much, that every night, before I go to bed I have a cup of ginger and lemon tea. It's hot and spicy and light and it makes your chest feel nice and warm inside. You don't even need to put sugar in cause it tastes fine just like that (which is brilliant if your sugar high is too high).
My mother thinks I should be a bit more careful, since I am a little bit allergic to ginger. Especially ginger biscuits for some reason, so I can't have those.
But, I never listen to reason and I am not one to care about my face looking like it's been stung by a thousand bees when it comes to food I like.
So, today, I had ginger biscuits. As expected it didn't go very well. So I made myself a cup of ginger tea to cheer me up.
Like I said, I won't let anything (unless it's really serious, I'm not crazy... not that much) get in between me and my favourite foods. A simple allergy is nothing. I can put up with that. But a live without the pleasure of good food, is a nothing I can never put up with.
Thursday, 19 February 2015
Not pretty. Not very yummy either.
It's been a few months that I keep getting every cold or flu any of the people around me have. This and the constant fatigue made me remember the time when I had iron deficiency anaemia. I took a blood test and I'm pretty sure I have it again...
My family must not know.
You see, when you suffer from silly things such as anaemia, you get to have crazy diets. And they get to have a go at you if you think you 'don't wanna' and stomp your feet.
Don't laugh. Have you ever had to eat almost raw spleen?
It's like latex filled with blood. You try to chew on it and pull on it like a dog and the blood fills your mouth and you feel pretty disgusting overall.
When it's only a little bit cooked it becomes a bit creamy, but you can still taste the blood, you can taste it even more than you can when it's actually raw (don't ask) and once you chew on it - surprise -the liquid inside comes out to make you think of what being a vampire must feel like.
I also had to eat tons of beans and I was never a fan. Beans, the way they cook them in Albania get a very creepy texture like ... I'm not saying it cause it will make you sick.
I must say, I did not enjoy parts of my diet very much. I would have rather gone on looking sick and tired for a longer time.
My family must not know.
You see, when you suffer from silly things such as anaemia, you get to have crazy diets. And they get to have a go at you if you think you 'don't wanna' and stomp your feet.
Don't laugh. Have you ever had to eat almost raw spleen?
It's like latex filled with blood. You try to chew on it and pull on it like a dog and the blood fills your mouth and you feel pretty disgusting overall.
When it's only a little bit cooked it becomes a bit creamy, but you can still taste the blood, you can taste it even more than you can when it's actually raw (don't ask) and once you chew on it - surprise -the liquid inside comes out to make you think of what being a vampire must feel like.
I also had to eat tons of beans and I was never a fan. Beans, the way they cook them in Albania get a very creepy texture like ... I'm not saying it cause it will make you sick.
I must say, I did not enjoy parts of my diet very much. I would have rather gone on looking sick and tired for a longer time.
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
A long-distance cakeship!
It's my grandmother's birthday and I have to go through the sweet torture of a Skype conference call with a very large and loud family in Albania and Italy.
Whilst I love them all, I do not love my cousin showing me this big slice of my favourite cake which I cannot have in England.
I feel like a lost puppy looking for it's cake (this puppy loves cake).
Even with the blurred image on Skype my mind clearly sees a thin layer of cake soaked in cherry liqueur, a very thick layer of sticky chocolate cream, two layers of crispy pastry and another thick layer of sweet and sticky walnut cream sprinkled with grinded walnuts and covered with cherries soaked in sorbet.
It's sweeter than sugar.
I miss my family and all, but there's nothing I miss more than pastry cake.
Nothing, as a child, could make my heart race like the anticipation of the weekend when I had gathered enough money to buy a cake that served four (well it only served me really).
Nothing raised my low blood pressure like the insane amount of sugar in that sticky cream that not anyone could handle (see, I thought about my health as well).
So yeah, I long for this amazing cake I cannot have.
I sometimes stay awake at night and cry because of so much longing. I have had to eat many other cakes to fill up even a little bit of the emptiness that pastry cake has left in me. But no other cake is as sweet.
It's killing me. This distance between us is truly horrible and unfair.
But my long-distance love will survive this hardship, and I will have my cake again when I go back for the summer.
Whilst I love them all, I do not love my cousin showing me this big slice of my favourite cake which I cannot have in England.
I feel like a lost puppy looking for it's cake (this puppy loves cake).
Even with the blurred image on Skype my mind clearly sees a thin layer of cake soaked in cherry liqueur, a very thick layer of sticky chocolate cream, two layers of crispy pastry and another thick layer of sweet and sticky walnut cream sprinkled with grinded walnuts and covered with cherries soaked in sorbet.
It's sweeter than sugar.
I miss my family and all, but there's nothing I miss more than pastry cake.
Nothing, as a child, could make my heart race like the anticipation of the weekend when I had gathered enough money to buy a cake that served four (well it only served me really).
Nothing raised my low blood pressure like the insane amount of sugar in that sticky cream that not anyone could handle (see, I thought about my health as well).
So yeah, I long for this amazing cake I cannot have.
I sometimes stay awake at night and cry because of so much longing. I have had to eat many other cakes to fill up even a little bit of the emptiness that pastry cake has left in me. But no other cake is as sweet.
It's killing me. This distance between us is truly horrible and unfair.
But my long-distance love will survive this hardship, and I will have my cake again when I go back for the summer.
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