I’ve been tasked with writing this week’s family FaceTime quiz but have so far spent the day in bed reading a murder mystery book that I thought would be in a smaller font. It's a slow burn and now I'm weighing up the pros and cons of going outside for a long walk around the city to contemplate my existence. Pros: it's nice weather today, I can pick up some food, probably get more Ben & Jerry’s ice cream and it'll give me something to do, cons: it feels like the population of London has given up on social distancing and queuing for the supermarket is my least favourite thing to do out of all my extracurricular activities. I didn't go outside yesterday and it's one of my biggest regrets in the last 24 hours. I hurt my neck and back carrying too much back from a Tesco in a flimsy tote bag so I've also taken a mini-break from the excessive crunches and squats I was doing in the living room. I feel very sluggish. I might buy a skipping rope.
(My older brother was the last quizmaster and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to compete. He'd photoshopped his face over Stephen Fry's on every other slide like we were in an episode of QI and I don't possess the time or energy to do that. I will, however, make every slide millennial pink so that it feels like a Glossier sponsored family quiz).
I don't know about you but I've found the past two weeks annoyingly hard and its truly reached the point where the days have all mashed together in one horrific Walking Dead fuelled blur. There's no longer the dread of Sunday night turning into Monday morning and then waking up on Tuesday knowing that it's only Tuesday. But there's also no Thursday-Oh-My-God-Friday-is-coming feeling. No Saturday morning breakfast treats. No fuck it! let's get extra sides at dinner and a trio of desserts to share after. (Yes, I know you can get Deliveroo but we all know it's not the same). The highlight of my days, if I don't go outside, is baking something. Yesterday it was banana bread with chocolate chips - though the chocolate chips were all sold out so really it was just banana bread and chocolate chunks where I'd improvised and sliced up a packet of Dairy Milk. I'm a chef now. The other day I made tiramisu for the first time, and by made I mean the whole shebang. Like, literally the whole thing. I wanted to get ladyfingers from Tesco but that was a nonstarter; I tried to go back to the cake section to triple check but you can't go back in supermarkets anymore, you have to follow the arrows like in IKEA. Anyway, ladyfinger-less (???) I decided to make my own using up what little flour we had left and about 50 eggs that I failed to split yolk and white from which I then whisked together in a saucepan because it was the biggest 'bowl' we had. The end result wasn't horrific and it was really satisfying to make something from start to finish like that.
(I accidentally added a WHOLE cup of sugar to the cream, don't do that, read the recipe AND we don't have any measuring spoons here so when it says cup I was using a small coffee cup)
Other bits:
1. Jules and I have now successfully moved onto Season Eight of the Walking Dead after I recovered from the death of one of my favourite characters. I can't believe we're nearly at season 10 and we have committed ourselves solidly to a show like this. What are we going to do afterwards? She said we'll just watch another show, but what will it be? So many unanswered questions.
2. BIG NEWS, Honest Burger in London is back on Deliveroo - they do the best vegan burgers I've ever had and even though securing a Deliveroo slot with them is a myth I am so happy for their return.
3. The Glossier Hand Cream doesn't give me a rash!
Okay, I'm going outside now listening to this.
BYE
Lauren x
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