Hellooooo! Long time, no see! Sorry for dropping off the blog-o-sphere. For those of you who don't know, last year I gave up my traditional, desk-based career to become a professional cat sitter. You read that right. I am a professional cat sitter. A whole other post about my reasoning may appear at some point, but I am sticking to the task at hand today. As a professional cat sitter, I look after peoples' cats when they go on holiday. Not in my own house, of course. I don't have 10-15 cats running wild like some trendy cat cafe in East London. Instead the cats stay in its own, often very lovely homes, and I cycle around to visit them one or two times per day. It is a crazy job, but I happen to live in an area where someone has got to do it (aka - high-population density, lots of disposable income, cats as children, and perhaps most crucially/sad, no one seems to know their neighbours). All in all though, it is a pretty cool job and has been far more successful than I ever . . .
Peanut Butter, Banana and Honey. Is there anything better? I didn't think so. Peanut Butter is definitely one of those food groups that is uniquely North American. Sure, people eat it in other countries, but not on the same scale or in as diverse a manner. When I first moved to Europe, my love of peanut butter was as much an indicator of my American roots as the white trainers and socks I used to rock. For those not from America, I am sure that Peanut Butter and Banana seems like quite a strange combination. I remember living in Vienna and my flatmate looking absolutely disgusted as I carefully prepared my morning snack of banana slices stopped with peanut butter and either a squeeze of honey or a square of chocolate. For the first three months he told anyone who cared to listen about this strange culinary concoction. Most looked revolted whilst others said "Well... she is American". Then one day a new girlfriend simply said "Okay then, I've got to try this." I was completely . . .
I think it is safe to say that ramen is having a bit of a thing at the moment. (Instagram being the number one authority on the matter. Obvs!) I first discovered Ramen during college (where else could you have discovered Ramen if you are on the wrong side of 30?). The Ramen packets I lived off of were the $1 variety that I would buy 20 at a time. They contained a solid lump of noodles and a salt bomb packet of broth seasoning. I did try to inject a bit of healthiness by adding whatever frozen vegetable I was had lying around. (It also helped me ignore the hypertension caused by the sheer amount of sodium - just kidding) I still maintain that when compared to the typical college student diet, my ramen bowls were pretty much clean eating. Fast forward well over a decade and ramen is back on the scene in a big way, but this time around it is whole different beast. Think freshly made, delicately flavoured broth, wonderfully textured ramen noodles and loads of fresh vegetables. The . . .