Carrot Tahini Salad

I have been rather slack I have say with my meal planning as it's been GCSE central here for the last few months , so meal times have been fraught at times .With my son dashing getting food and racing off the study , as that was he wanted to do I really wasn't going to cram his studying style he is older enough now to regulate himself.

Sunday

Lasagne and carrot and Tahini salad 

With this I just grated the carrot , add a tablespoon of olive oil , a squeeze of lemon juice and of course a tablespoon of Tahini

Monday 

Fish cobbler 

Tuesday 

Prawn linguini 

Wednesday

Steak and chips

Thursday 

Chicken Kiev 

Friday 

Home made burgers

Today is my school Inset day so I am going back and relaxing , plans include glamorous house work, popping to the post office and a rumble in the charity shop. I'm feeling quite relaxed , I have been watching Bob the wood pigeon from my kitchen window . Bob is basically a flying house brick , he waits for the little birds to finish on the bird feeder then bobs about the lawn. He has much grace as a dancing hippo in Fantasia.

Silent Sunday

Primula Chicken Potato Slice

It unites us.

It divides us.

We like it.

We love it.

We loathe it.

Food.

We just need to demystify food , and get ourselves out of a slump.

How about a simple recipe with just 4 ingredients ?


Ingredients

4 chicken breasts

4 large potatoes sliced

A glug of olive oil

Squeeze of primula


Method 

Preheat the oven to 190 c

Slice the potatoes into thinnish slices

Next put a layer of them on the bottom of a rectangular dish

Add a glut of oil over the potato slices.

Then add the chicken

Squeeze some primula

After this add another layer of potato

Just brush some oil onto the top later of potato


Cook for about 50 minutes

Longer if necessary and do keep checking as you want the potato crispy not burnt.

Disclosure ~ I was sent some primula to use as I wish and this is what I came up with a quick tea with minimal ingredients.

The Six Million Dollar Blogger

Blogging for me is a friendship I never thought I would have , true I've had my up down and roundabout moments. 

I was broken in fact for a while , I was lost and there's so many people that so need to thank.  Thank because they've rebuilt me from worry boots up to the hair that has a life of its own.

I'm pitching to you person to person , blogger to blogger that hereby I'll never be afraid to be the person I am.

I'm the six million dollar blogger and I've been rebuilt!

If you saw me last year I was on the edge

I'm back ...

I'm good to the bone 

Poppy Fields Forever

If you're going to unplug just do it.

The world's pace is 100 miles an hour and it seems that many have lost their way in the world , normally when I go out I like to feel as if what I see is just my world and no one else's . I can see you are stressed and feeling out of place in the world so I'll let you share mine. 

I'm reaching out my hand.

I didn't take my phone with me today , so I couldn't document my steps , check my email and check the news and the worse one ~ stare at my emails as if my emails are a kind of demonic soothsayer. I did check my emails when I got home and asides an offer of marriage from Nigeria there really wasn't too much that had changed.

I'm reflective coming up to what is a turbulent time.

I've been stressed to the eye balls.

I'm on a level.

I'm reflective.

The countryside is my calming balm of a feral mood that I see myself in sometimes .

People ask me.

" Are you Ok ?"

They say this a lot.

Even when I'm as cool as a cucumber people ask , I think I've been so flighty it is the first impression I must ultimately give off.

We need to stop.

My minds eye is always looking off into the middle distance , and quite guilty I'll whip out what ever camera I have to hand and snap away.

How about for once.

We stop in that field of poppies waving in the air and look out into the middle distance together.

No need to worry alone we can do this together.

We can connect and ground ourselves with nature , I can hear it calling us

Let's go.

Let our eyes have a moveable feast.