Without a doubt, the ultimate in comfort food for me is undeniably buttermilk fried chicken with buffalo sauce. Crunchy, salty, soft and tangy, all at the same time, it’s an absolutely amazing (and tummy-pleasing) treat for the senses.
Moving house is really good fun. Once you get over the crippling awfulness of packing up your entire life into boxes and shifting every piece of furniture you own into a massive van manned by strangers, that is.
The best dish at Granger’s is the classic sweetcorn fritter. Here it comes loaded with bacon, tomatoes and spinach: it’s great for a healthy brunch, lunch or a lighter dinner, and it’s an incredibly easy dish to replicate at home.
Every so often I realise my relationship with alcohol is making me feel a little uncomfortable. Occasionally I’ll be drinking slightly more of it than I’m happy with, become aware of how many nights out (or sometimes nights in) have been followed by a head that’s thicker than I’d like it to be.
I am one of those people who in the past has suffered with what you might call ‘ostrich tendencies’. You know what I mean: when something bad is happening, if you just look the other way it doesn’t exist. And my finances were no exception.
It’s not even 9am and I’ve already cried twice today. Once because I picked a fight with my mum, and another time because my partner didn’t answer his phone so I could talk about the fight I picked with my mum.
I am a privileged person. I am white, able-bodied, straight and grew up in a rural area of a first-world country with both parents and access to education. In the lottery of life I am pretty darned lucky with my God-given face-value lot.
But how do I balance this privilege with the pride I have for my achievements?
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