When beet and chocolate aren’t meant to be
Thursday 19th March
3rd day under lockdown
Guess what’s the first pulse that shakes somebody who’s in a stressful and nerve-wracking situation ? Throwing themselves on the couch and drowning their anxiety with chocolate and ice-cream. Yeah, it’s a bit cliché but we aren’t talking about some random breakup with the love of your life, we’re talking about SPENDING THREE MONTHS STUCK IN A HOUSE WITH A MENTALLY DERANGED FAMILY !!!
Just imagine the trauma.
I personally think that’s a perfectly receivable excuse for stuffing yourself with cheesy snacks. The problem is, after three days of lack of sport and, in general, lack of movement (except if you count the journey couch to fridge and fridge to couch) you end up looking a bit like that weird pink-fat-jellyish Pokémon.
My mother, already being a fervent warrior of the Local-Eco-Friendly-Healthy-And-Helpful-To-The-Little-Nigerian-Kids-That-Have-No-Home-Food society took the situation in hand and decided that we were all under no sugar/salt/grease diet. Since her discovery of the beet and chocolate cake, my mother experienced a vegetable-obsessed phase and we recently tasted the tomato and celery cookie, the vanilla, banana and pumpkin muffin or even the roasted lemon and apple juice fish.
So here we are, eating nothing but greenery all day. I wonder (and I do wonder a lot these days) if we’re going to end up nibbling the grass outside...
To sum up everything, I’m stuck in a house. With mad people. And randomly posted homework. With tofu as only comfort.
Awesome.
3rd day under lockdown
Guess what’s the first pulse that shakes somebody who’s in a stressful and nerve-wracking situation ? Throwing themselves on the couch and drowning their anxiety with chocolate and ice-cream. Yeah, it’s a bit cliché but we aren’t talking about some random breakup with the love of your life, we’re talking about SPENDING THREE MONTHS STUCK IN A HOUSE WITH A MENTALLY DERANGED FAMILY !!!
Just imagine the trauma.
I personally think that’s a perfectly receivable excuse for stuffing yourself with cheesy snacks. The problem is, after three days of lack of sport and, in general, lack of movement (except if you count the journey couch to fridge and fridge to couch) you end up looking a bit like that weird pink-fat-jellyish Pokémon.
My mother, already being a fervent warrior of the Local-Eco-Friendly-Healthy-And-Helpful-To-The-Little-Nigerian-Kids-That-Have-No-Home-Food society took the situation in hand and decided that we were all under no sugar/salt/grease diet. Since her discovery of the beet and chocolate cake, my mother experienced a vegetable-obsessed phase and we recently tasted the tomato and celery cookie, the vanilla, banana and pumpkin muffin or even the roasted lemon and apple juice fish.
So here we are, eating nothing but greenery all day. I wonder (and I do wonder a lot these days) if we’re going to end up nibbling the grass outside...
To sum up everything, I’m stuck in a house. With mad people. And randomly posted homework. With tofu as only comfort.
Awesome.
Happy was the time when you did jackhammer with oncle John-Eude !!! ;-)
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