Argh! It’s been one of those weeks where all I can give you is an odd ends post. It sort of means that while I feel not much happened this week that is blog-worthy, I did use my camera to capture a few things I want to remember and that makes me happy. Now allow me to go wash my hair and prepare for a boisterous weekend with lots of foods and lots of relatives- note: if you know Cypriots, you know I mean ALOT in both cases. Oh and there’s a DIY project brewing around here. Have a good one! x
I like looking at pictures of other people’s homes. I’m not too keen on catalogue looks but I do like a space with character and a good dose of mix and match. I like thinking about the type of person who lives there, the story behind an object but most of all I like the good old plain inspiration I get from the colours, the materials, the ideas and the practicality of a space. It’s just something I like to do.
Confession time: chickpeas= yuck! At least that is what I thought before trying this absolutely gorgeous delicious mouth-watering recipe. I was scouring PInterest when it just called to me! I love the addition of the fried bread toast but I will admit I wasn’t too impressed with the little bit more preparation time it needed. You have to chop up little bits of bread, use a food processor, keep the spices coming, etc… Actually that’s probably the reason it is so bloody good! Give this recipe a go because even if you don’t like chickpeas, you’ll still be impressed.
The new edition of Odd Ends comes with brief descriptions.
1. His new Vans had arrived the previous day so he was very happy to pose with them on. I think this is actually my new favourite picture of my boy.
2. My sister’s dog followed us on a walk through the beautiful fields next to our house.
3. Georgie took his monstrosity of a jeep out for a ride to grandma’s house.
A month ago, while we were decorating our Christmas tree, Georgie asked for pancakes for dinner. So, I dropped what I was doing and headed to the kitchen with him to whip up a batch. Georgie stood on his little stool and waited for me to gather all the ingredients. He then helped me scoop out the exact measurements with that cute toddler steadiness and then he cracked open two eggs with one hand. We began mixing away when my mother-in-law began laughing. She couldn’t believe how well Georgie was handling himself and the whole process. He is indeed a great sous chef and I could not be prouder. I smile when he starts cleaning and cups his hand under the kitchen counter to catch those crumbs.
