Gail’s Artisan Bakery Cookbook – review, recipe and giveaway

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hey there chickeneers! anyone interested?! you better get it soon!!! :D

Originally posted on food to glow:

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cover image by Haarala Hamilton and provided by Ebury Press

Gail’s and I have history. This iconic London neighbourhood artisan bakery group doesn’t know it, but we definitely have history.

I won’t go into the gory details, but suffice it to say that the staff on the day we visited rescued a very unpleasant situation involving a dive-bombing seagull and an al fresco breakfast.

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6/04 Quote of the Day

“Hungry is as hungry gets”

-Raining Chocolate (taken from Forrest Gump)

As my obsession for Forrest Gump grows,  my love for food grows also~

I’ve got to say, those are some fine chocolates right there.

Because hey, “Life is like a box of chocolates- ya never know what you’re gonna get”

-Raining Chocolate

Sickness is SOOO last year

Put your hands up if you were annoyed at the timing in which you got sick.

Ok that’s about… all of you.

You know, I feel like being sick is the worst thing that can happen. It usually puts me in a dilemma, or just in the worst situation ever. Timing wise- horrific.

I used to not get sick at all. Most of the time, it was once every two years or so, a big flu that attacks and goes away. It was never of much significance because I was young, school wasn’t hard to catch up, and I usually had my mom check up on me every hour. Now, I get it frequently, light colds, but with the tendency to drag along for a very long time. A day of school missed is basically worth 3 days to catch up on my own. So I can’t miss a lot of school, and I try not to, but sometimes, I feel like the timing is just…perfect. It seemed like every time I got sick, a class had the longest amount of notes, or a pop quiz, or a test, or an important discussion. If only I could choose a day on my own to get sick, I would go for the days we don’t do anything.

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Breaking the Barriers

As time goes by, there is one point where everything clashes together and you just want to give up. There is a point in time where everything piles up inside you and you feel the lid about to explode in your mind. That point was now.

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Yet… deep inside me, I had the urge to want to do something as cool, as memorable, as this. Although at the moment, all I want is for summer to come, for limitless slumber, for unscheduled days, to be able to go eat wherever I want. But will I not regret it?

However, there’s the other side of my brain that questions this. What if I get embarrassed? What if, like the other one, it will become ultimate failure and wasn’t worth the try? Do I really need to go through the process of being embarrassed?

Now THAT is a big barrier. I don’t get this thought often, but when it hits me, it builds up, stays strong, and I tend to move away, towards another road that is open.

There is a big barrier, that must mean this is the wrong road. That was the thought I got most of the times, being a hypocrite, yes I am. I tell the world to break the barrier, yet when it comes to me, I do the opposite. And that is going to change. A thought came into mind, wondering what would have happened if I had just climbed over that boulder, as hard and risky as it is, and how my life would have been different. Would it have been far easier, more exciting, less stressful as it is now? Or would it have had no difference at all? Maybe it would have been worse.

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Poetry Month- The end

Yesterday was the mark of the end of Poetry month.

I’m sure you all probably didn’t even know there was such thing as a poetry month, I know, I’ve been there.

Ever since eighth grade, I started to like poetry a lot more than usual, keeping a notebook of my own set of poems.

I mean, you have to agree- poetry is way better than essays.

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The Truth Behind the End

Truth is…

The end is the behind.

Hahaha I’m just kidding.

But seriously, you’ve all heard of the phrase “Each end is a new beginning.”

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Simple Yet Filling- Power of Food

Walking home from school- starving like crazy, and I open the fridge to see a welcoming (not) shiny green apple.

This apple aint gonna do nothing for my stomach. At all.

Ya feel?

What is it that I want? Not so big because I’m going to have dinner soon, but not so small as an apple because if I had to eat an apple, I would probably eat more like 10. Which is not so good.

I feel this way about my life after school, but how would the people during the dust bowl feel, working for 5 cents an hour, sometimes 2 and a half, and get nothing but fried dough for a meal? Ugh, I would not be able to survive.

Although fried dough is pretty good~ I mean, come on. It’s literally doughnuts. Just no sugar.

Ummmmmm…..

Oh, ahem.

ANYWAYS surviving on just fried dough is just a bit too much oil…

SO!

I was thinking, what if I could find a way for them to get a dollar amount (at that time) and make something that is good and also filling?

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Let it go

So I’ve been feeling not so happy- not so myself lately, therefore I am going to cheer myself up and of course, in the process of doing so, going to make you chickeneers, crow with happiness. :)

Because I love y’all~

As some of you might know, The Grapes of Wrath is not so much a comical or romantic novel, more depressing than anything. But somehow, a point in the book made me crack up. Possible hint- the title of this post. There was a scene in the book where the Joad family finally settled in a quite peculiar camp called Hooverville.

Of course we all know what kind of beauty that place is right?

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What is Life

Every fifteen minutes, a teenager dies from a car accident due to drunk driving.

Every 4 seconds, a baby is born.

Every 40 seconds, someone commits suicide.

The chances of dying of old age are slim, yet the people choose to decrease that chance by harming themselves. Putting their life into danger, into a thin rope, balancing, about to fall into the never ending darkness- what is often called death.

Why would anyone do that?

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Trying to Survive the Market

As I’ve been reading the Grapes of Wrath, I noticed that I have started to grow a little fond of the book. The story is quite slow, but it isn’t too bad after all. On a nice Thursday morning, my teacher assigned the class what’s called the 1-pager.

It’s basically a summary of a chapter, the book, or a scene, with illustrations, quotes, and a phrase to show the readers what or why you feel is important. I chose a chapter to summarize, not of the main character literally, but of the life of an everyday person who wants a car.

“Used Cars! Cheap used cars!”

 

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