- eat a vegetable but for real this year
- drink a ton of water, stay hydrated 2K16
- hustle more and blog harder and really do things with this blog because it’s so great and generally just shine really bright
- go to more fancy dinners
- save money so that living paycheck to paycheck isn’t the norm, and eventually so that I can actually save money to travel again
- stay on top of the anxiety
- get buffer arms so that I am better at lifting the glass bins at work and also look powerful
- give the illusion of being bordering-on-terrifyingly hot without making too much effort really
- move to a nice apartment in town that feels like a haven and then damn well make it a haven
- try to not ruin good things or get stuck in bad things
- know who I am and be peaceful about it
- cook as much as possible since I know what kind of hours I work so can’t use that as an excuse really even thought I looooove using things as an excuse
- get a good liquor collection finally, like, seriously
- drink more Real Champagne
- read more books
- dance heaps
- pay off my credit card debt (loooooool! But y’know, go big or go home)
- keeping some form of planner/diary so I remember things more often
- probably more things that I’ve forgotten about
Quantities in the recipe are vague as, since this is summer (or at least, it is in New Zealand, where I am) and I don’t want your brain to overheat, and also because you can increase or decrease things depending on your needs. While this would be delightful with some avocado, fried halloumi or crumbled feta added, as a complete salad on its own it’s very excellent. I ate the lot for a late lunch yesterday (I know it’s just salad but it was soooo hot outside and I could only face food that was 90% water) and upon consuming it I could practically feel my red blood cells smiling beatifically as they scooted around my in my veins.
baby kale and pomegranate salad
a recipe by myself
two or three handfuls of baby kale leaves
seeds from half a pomegranate (or a whole one! live your truth)
five or six cherry tomatoes, halved or quartered
quarter of a cup sunflower seeds or small nuttish thing of your choice
extra virgin olive oil
a tiny pinch of cinnamon
Put the kale leaves into a good-sized bowl, sprinkle over a pinch of sea salt and drizzle over a generous quantity of olive oil (but okay, about a tablespoon or so) and massage the leaves, like, just do it, all you have to do is rub them between your fingers and thumbs till they soften a little and change to a darker green. When you can no longer deal with this, stir in the pomegranate seeds, sunflower seeds, tomatoes, cinnamon, and as many mint and basil leaves, roughly chopped, as you like.
Give it a taste and if you think it needs more olive oil and more sea salt then go hard. I feel like there’s not a salad in the land that doesn’t benefit from being oilier and saltier.
I had a distinctly wonderful Christmas, spent largely with rad work people eating lush barbecue food and brining myself in generous quantities of Real Champagne. The weather was searingly hot and yet I managed to not really get sunburned, and both Santa and family members charmingly got some parcels sent to me in time so I had presents to open on the day. I’m also looking after a friend’s adorable cat which means waking up to a curled up wee ball of fluff beside me every morning! It’s all I’ve ever wanted! He’s also fearsomely bloodlusty though, which made Christmas Eve a little interesting. The cat seemed to want to recreate the Gifts of the Magi story for me, presenting first an enormous dead rat, and then the world’s vastest cockroach. I was like, what’s next? Frankincense? Me? Is it me? But luckily a Christmas miracle occurred and the third gift was the gift of no more corpses.
I hope your Christmas and/or general holiday December times have been equally charming and way less rat-filled. I am going to be working New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day and am quite chill with that, since there are worse ways to spend an evening than making drinks and earning money. I’m also going to try and eat more kale between now and the end of the year (tomorrow!) since I am the actual greatest hero this world has ever known.
title is from: St Vincent’s achingly slow and gorgeously gorgeous song Champagne Year. It feels appropriate and even if it didn’t it’s still (threefold!) gorgeous.
Say Anything, I Want To Know Your Plans. This band which has been around forever has been one of this year’s very very best discoveries for me.
Dark Dark Dark, Patsy Cline the lyrics to this are so sad that you should put a helmet on your heart before listening. Like, do yourself a favour and don’t listen to it. (But do! But don’t.)
Primal Scream, Movin’ On Up. In summary, it’s so summery!
next time: it’ll be 2016! Laura’s time to shine!
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