A carby cure for too much Godzilla, karaoke and sambuca…

Welcome to a teeny-tiny-but-perfectly-formed-none-the-less post.

Seriously. It’s under 200 words. I deserve a medal, or at least a certificate…I may actually go and knock one up Geller style on the laptop…

This weekend has been full of firsts and included a pretty fabulous birthday celebration – 3 hours of IMAX 3d ‘Godzilla’ followed by 3 hours of Sambuca shots and┬áLucky Voice Karaoke. Yep, just a quiet, intimate little celebration that meant this morning got off to a slightly slower than normal speed.

Mrs. Doubtfire. Pyjamas. Epic breakfast sandwiches.

I’m talking crispy bacon medallions, perfect creamy avocado, gooey poached egg and golden seed-scattered bread with a generous dousing of ketchup and a large mug of tea to wash it down with.

Haute cuisine this is not. Satisfying and moreish this is. I’m not going to pretend this is difficult to make or that you can’t adapt it because you absolutely can although I risk being really annoying here when I say it’s pretty close to perfect as is but whatever dear readers, knock yourself out by swapping red for brown sauce or throwing a sausage in there as well to sit atop it’s porky bacon mate; this is nothing more than a simple little post celebrating a breakfast of champions.

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It’s amazing how much more human you feel after loading yourself up with delicious comfort food and watching Robin Williams shake it with a vacuum…

Midnight snacks with a little bald gold man…

Oscars 2014

Sometimes an awesome food experience doesn’t have to be a hugely decadent meal and it doesn’t have to involve trying out the latest fad in the latest hot spot. An awesome food experience is one that delivers an awesome food memory.

Watching the Oscars has always been a calendar event for me. I love the anticipation of counting down post-Christmas from the Globes, where everyone looks super fashion forward and slightly hammered, to the Baftas where the Brits roll in the aisles at the perfectly timed dry wit of Stephen Fry and the Yanks look bemused but clap and smile in all the right places because they’re just so damn polite to the mother of them all, the Academy Awards, always falling in the midnight hour and beyond of the last weekend in February. I completely adore the traditions of this day…taking a 7pm disco nap that then allows me to get up at 11pm to ooh and ah at the Red Carpet…snuggling down in sweats and a blanket on the sofa…and enjoying the company of my good friends Ben and Jerry.

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