My dear friends, P and A, have agreed to participate in my Sunday Sessions. Below is the email asking them to participate in my project. Who could reject this plea?
Dear P & A
I want to invite you around for dinner – but there is a catch... I will provide everything except for the recipe and ability!
Please, please, pretty please.
I was hoping you could teach this pathetic excuse of a cook how to make one of your favourite meals, nothing too elaborate or that would take too long – even bangers and mash would be progress for me. I am also pathetically fussy (no seafood, avos, livers, beetroot and the list goes on and on....) so it would be best to keep it simple and might take a little negotiation, but I will try to keep as open a mind as possible.
We can cook up a storm, dirty every dish in the house and then sit down to a good meal and drinks. I will make sure the table looks beautiful and we use my best crockery. I might even have dining room chairs by then! And nobody is allowed to do any dishes on Sunday nights – they won’t go anywhere until the maid comes in.
Let me know if you are keen or if I am off my rocker.
Cheers
LK
We hope to have the first Sunday Session in the next few weeks, so watch this space for feedback.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
I don’t want to be fat alone!
My husband and I have been slowly packing on the kilos over the last few months. Admittedly I have encouraged him in this, since I don’t want to be fat alone! I also used to be the ‘skinny sister’ a long time ago, but she went and got herself into excellent shape last year and is looking very sexy, so that title is no longer mine.
This month one of my colleagues began a three-day diet. It involves three days of following a calorie limited eating plan and then for four days you eat normally. Repeat and rinse. This diet is not new to me and I had some success with it about five years ago, so there I was trying it again and on a weight-loss mission.
I experienced a few problems, over and above not having a spine and complete lack of self control. My husband is not on this diet. Anyone who has ever been the only one in the house on a diet does not need any more information and can empathize with me. This situation is especially hard when you generally prepare the meals at home. On the second day of the diet night he walked through the door and promptly announced “I’m starving”. Over-sensitive (not to mention hungry) me took this to mean, “What’s for dinner?”
Since one of my diet tactics is to ensure that there simply is no food in the house he had to go to the shops to fetch some sandwich building goodies. It would seem that he does not either want to be fat alone because he brought back snacks that I just don’t have the ability to say “no” to.
The next day I nevertheless continued with the diet, even after the previous night’s ‘oops’, only to relapse once again on the third evening. Hubby and I stopped by one of our regular restaurants to devour a cordon bleu each. I savored every bite and also slugged down a giant strawberry daiquiri.
At this stage I have to stop and ask myself “Who the hell can’t stick to a three-day diet?”
I have speculated on my self-destructive actions and know that the word ‘diet’ is where the problem comes in. From the very first minute of ‘D-day’ all I want to do is eat copious amounts of everything you are not allowed on the diet knowing that some big, creamy pasta is watching me, waiting to pounce.
My three D-days are now over. A strange sense of peace has come over me. I can eat what I want, when I want. Yet I don’t have that feeling that I should eat like there is no tomorrow which prevails during the diet. Maybe I will finally end up losing weight now that the diet is finished.
The good news is that my husband did not even bother trying to diet or cut back. The result is that I am still not fat alone!
This month one of my colleagues began a three-day diet. It involves three days of following a calorie limited eating plan and then for four days you eat normally. Repeat and rinse. This diet is not new to me and I had some success with it about five years ago, so there I was trying it again and on a weight-loss mission.
I experienced a few problems, over and above not having a spine and complete lack of self control. My husband is not on this diet. Anyone who has ever been the only one in the house on a diet does not need any more information and can empathize with me. This situation is especially hard when you generally prepare the meals at home. On the second day of the diet night he walked through the door and promptly announced “I’m starving”. Over-sensitive (not to mention hungry) me took this to mean, “What’s for dinner?”
Since one of my diet tactics is to ensure that there simply is no food in the house he had to go to the shops to fetch some sandwich building goodies. It would seem that he does not either want to be fat alone because he brought back snacks that I just don’t have the ability to say “no” to.
The next day I nevertheless continued with the diet, even after the previous night’s ‘oops’, only to relapse once again on the third evening. Hubby and I stopped by one of our regular restaurants to devour a cordon bleu each. I savored every bite and also slugged down a giant strawberry daiquiri.
At this stage I have to stop and ask myself “Who the hell can’t stick to a three-day diet?”
I have speculated on my self-destructive actions and know that the word ‘diet’ is where the problem comes in. From the very first minute of ‘D-day’ all I want to do is eat copious amounts of everything you are not allowed on the diet knowing that some big, creamy pasta is watching me, waiting to pounce.
My three D-days are now over. A strange sense of peace has come over me. I can eat what I want, when I want. Yet I don’t have that feeling that I should eat like there is no tomorrow which prevails during the diet. Maybe I will finally end up losing weight now that the diet is finished.
The good news is that my husband did not even bother trying to diet or cut back. The result is that I am still not fat alone!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Sunday Sessions
I hate Sunday evenings. They really get me down. So I decided that I need to come up with something that becomes a special treat that only happens on Sunday evenings to beat to the ‘in anticipation of Monday’ blues. Thus the Sunday Sessions.
I am also a terrible cook. So to start with, Sunday Sessions will be an early dinner where I will beg one of my favourite people to show me how to cook something yummy and then we can enjoy the meal and wine together.
Now I just need to find out which of my crazy friends will be willing to participate in my bizarre little project.
I am also a terrible cook. So to start with, Sunday Sessions will be an early dinner where I will beg one of my favourite people to show me how to cook something yummy and then we can enjoy the meal and wine together.
Now I just need to find out which of my crazy friends will be willing to participate in my bizarre little project.
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