A Ramadan Friday at the HJ household. Sleep in. Then wallow in bed, till you can push it no further. The baby's breakfast that is. You might be fasting, but you better drag your arse off the bed and get some breakfast going for the tiny human. Feeding the tiny human is paramount. Prep the... Continue Reading →
Read part 1 here How does one fight back from the desolate depths of heinously blasphemous gluttony? Is there redemption? Can one survive the brutal onslaught of it's inner food demons? Folks, it's been a little over two weeks. Two weeks since I gave in to all my inner food monsters (The Dairy Demon, the... Continue Reading →
I might not look like it, but I love food. Not the superficial, just- saying- it- coz- everybody- does, flimsy, fleeting, reasonable sort of love. No sir, no. We are talking about the hard-core, wild, unhinged, loony, bizarre love. The kind that can make you laugh for no reason. That can better your day and... Continue Reading →
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