Well, hey there! It’s been a few weeks since we last caught up. My working life in Canada is just around the corner, so I’ve been focusing on participating more in my actual life to create memories for future smiles while I’m away and missing home.
If you need me around 7:30am, you’ll find me in a cozy corner of bliss: as close to glowing sunshine that flows through my bedroom window as my mattress will get, wearing fluffy bed socks, with a bowl of soul in one hand and spoonful of peanut butter in the other. Divine.
After five long years of study, I finally graduated University with two degrees last week. I think that qualifies for Rum as being totally okay for breakfast right now.
For me, no breakfast routine is complete without an enormous, unmeasured dollop of peanut butter. I haven’t always felt that way, though.
I’m about to get a little personal.
You know, although friendships fade and people move on with their lives, there some that were destined to reappear. They remind you of a point in your life which (whether it be in a big or a small way) shaped the person you are today. They bring back memories that might have been buried beneath the…
It’s starting to get a little chilly outside. Although coffee is usually my vice when it comes to nursing goosebumps, I wondered if I could be kinder to my body with something a little a little warmer than a cuppa. Like a cup full of Chris Hemsworth hugs, I wanted something that could last a little longer…
Peanut butter. Thick, gooey and smooth, yet textural and crunchy if you’d prefer. Rich, indulgent and deeply flavoured, yet full of goodness, so satisfying and so nourishing.
I’m kinda bummed that, instead of always seeming to accidentally add ex-boyfriends from donkey years ago on Facebook while half-asleep at 1am, I didn’t think to research healthy ricotta pancake recipes until last night.