For All Parents

We got roses!

After a whole year of bugs and other weird roses' diseases, including that very strange rose disease called falling-of-the window... here they are:

Carrot soup

Maybe the reason why we twist our noses to soup when we grow up is due to the fact that we spent months of our early life being fed with soup in every meal, it makes us sick of soup for the rest of our lives. 

Nevertheless, it's a very easy way to eat all those vegetables that we are suposed to include in our healthy diet and being so, soup gets in the menu and I'm going to share this yummy one today: carrot soup.

Ingredients:

- Half kilo of carrots

- 3 potatoes

- 1 big onion

- 3 garlic cloves

- 1 parsnip (the poor guy was getting old in the fridge)

Boil them all together until they get soft, then blitz it to a puree. Fry bacon cubes in a pan with a drizzle of olive oil. After blitzing the vegetables add a few drops of olive oil and let the soup cook for a minute. Before serving, add the bacon.

I usually leave the salt on the table and let each person salt their soup to their own taste.

Doesn't it look good?

My irish library card

I went to the library to do my card and the librarian gave me a tiny inscription paper to be filled. So far so good, the problem arised when I tried to fill it:

Good news is they do them with an English version on reverse... whew!

Bridesmaids, the film

Yesterday we went to see the film Bridesmaids and  it was worth it. The humor is there, the jokes are well done and although we left the cinema with the impression of having seen it before, I would not mind to see this movie again (perhaps not in the cinema). I had seen the actress Melissa McCarthy in other roles, particularly in the series Samantha Who?, but this time her interpretation (I could swear it was inspired in Ricky Gervais) was hilarious. Jon Hamm was there too, in his Don Draper charm, being the typicall @sshole. Now finding Chris O'Dowd in this movie was an interesting surprise. I find it difficult to tell whether or not I liked his role in this film. For me, this Irish lad will always be Roy pretending to be disabled in the series The It Crowd, thanks to whom I could say my first word with Irish accent.

Cheesing my dreams

I thought I was being mocked when I was told that my nightmares last night were due to my cheese pie attack right after I went to bed. I had never heard of such thing. I can believe that food can interfere with your mental processes and state of mind once there's a whole chemical mambo-jambo going on in the digestion process, but having a sort of cheese Inception sequel... yeah right. Why would cheese or any other kind of food give you nightmares? Not just a nightmare, I'm talking of hours of nightmares, one after the other, horrible ones very vivid and (sur)real. It was so frightening that even awake from one of them, in which I was experiencing something similar to a panic attack, I was still in panic and had to sit down in bed and tell myself many times it wasn't real.
Had to ask today the know-it-all-master: the internet, to find out that apparently there is a correlation between one and the other. Cheese + before bed = nightmares. It seems that cheese it's hard to digest, which makes the body keep working hard to process the food while you fall asleep. Although you think you're resting and sleeping, your body is still awake and maybe as revenge sends those horrible nightmares to the brain.
I remember having cheese at night before (maybe not right before I went to sleep), without having it causing me nightmares. Still just as precaution from now on if I'm hungry before bed, I will just have my good'ol glass of warm milk.

He cooks too!

In the heat of the night

Last night I woke up rather thirsty. For at least what seemed to me to be an hour I was struggling in my head between staying in bed and keep the thirst biting my tongue or stand up and go get some water to drink. I end up turning on the light, first to wonder if there was any of my bottles of water somewhere in the room. There was one, empty. Put the robe on, slippers too and numb in my thirstiness and sleep walked in direction of the kitchen moaning for having to go there in the middle of the night. Before I reach the kitchen in my house I have to pass through the living room, unbelievably right on the living room table just before the kitchen there it was: a full bright glass of water! Exactly on the table, on the side where I usually sit. First I smell it, just in case it wasn't water, we never know if someone left bleach in a water glass just because. Even if the only person that would use bleach in this house is me. Then I took a sip, again to make sure it was water, it was so good and fresh that the sip end up being the whole glass. It tasted divine! It was just like my guardian angel had left me a glass of fresh water so I could kill my thirst. Intrigued by this water mystery I went back to bed and fell asleep. Nicely refreshed.

On the other side of the bed, my boyfriend woke up with the light I had turned on to go to the kitchen. Sweaty and thirsty tries to find a glass of water he thought he had put on his bedside locker before he went to bed. Stating that there's no water there, he hopes I will bring him a glass from the kitchen. When he sees me getting in bed and turning off the light he realizes I didn't. Turns to his side struggling in his head if he should go get a glass of water to himself. Ends up falling asleep even thirsty.

Hard day...

Today the afternoon was spent at Fitzwilliam Square Garden, while eating a cupcake sitting on the grass and listening to live music. Fiztwilliam square is private and just open to the public on a few occasions. Today they had a sort of food market and that was why we went there. There were a few stalls with traditional food from many countries. Yeah... and we got cupcakes, so clever. After that the guys wanted to have a coffee and Voilá! was the choice. The pics are shite but remains the good intention to share.





A musician singing and playing in the garden

while people were having lunch

Voilá! The cafe where I had a tea and a scone

(no time for pics of that)