When you’re cooking as a day to day job, or should I say night to night?, your perception towards food is different. Sometimes nibbling on what your preparing is enough to keep you hanging till dinner service is done and you can actually sit down and have dinner from the food you prepared. As much as you love food, sometimes it gets to a point that you only need to eat for your body not to fail you. While on some days, you’re craving something so bad you won’t let the day end without having it.
As I usually do, I write recipes I’ve made and posts I want to publish in the notes app on my phone. I write wherever I’m at.
This time it’s the bus.
My daily commute.
It’s an adventure being on a bus, and being carless makes that adventure a daily routine I don’t think about anymore. If you are in — or you’ve been to — Lebanon, you know how careful drivers are, and how they care for the passengers that they don’t blast bad music across the bus, smoke, allow smoking, drink, catcall, or treat migrant workers badly. This fell into the routine that every time I tell someone I took the bus they whistle in exclamation and comment on the effort I made to get there.
Marinated chicken in marinara sauce with coriander and garlic roasted vegetables
I’m not a health freak. Let’s clear that up upfront.
I haven’t studied anything related to food or health. Unless you count reading food blogs and food-related articles. It’s only passion that drives me to cook/bake and blog.
Therefore I’m not going to tell you to eat this and don’t eat that. We can eat whatever we feel like. The trick is moderation & enjoyment. Like, I’ve had cholesterol sticks the other day, fried cheese rolls. They were delicious. I enjoyed them. I didn’t starve myself afterwards, and I didn’t think how shall I burn those calories. I indulged in that stick and allowed it to crunch under my teeth and let its hot filling ooze in my mouth. In addition, whenever I feel like it, and I know I haven’t had lots of fatty food during the day (you see what I did there? Moderation) I treat myself with a chocolate cupcake and let its creamy frosting stick to the bottom of my mustache.
This is the final post of the series. For the rest of the series go to this link (2-5-40 Challenge)
Although I set out a plan for the week, I felt like breaking it one day. I didn’t want to make anything from the menu, instead, I improvised.
It takes some time for one to start allowing oneself to ditch the book and follow the instinct. It doesn’t always work that way. They say, while cooking you can follow your taste and instinct, but while baking, ALWAYS FOLLOW THE RECIPE. I got to understand & get convinced by that each time I messed up a recipe because I skipped or replaced or decreased/increased the amount of a certain ingredient. Continue reading →