I used to really not like yoga at all. I tried it a couple of times years ago but just couldn’t understand what the fuss was all about – for me to feel like I’ve exercised, it needed to be high impact and make me sweat like a drug mule standing in a customs line at the airport.
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Tomato and ricotta tartine
So I’ve worked out over the years that people sit in one of two buckets. They either love leftovers or they’re just not that into it. Unless I’ve cooked a dish that I absolutely love or something that actually gets better with time, I sit in the latter bucket.
I say Shakshuka you say Eggs in Purgatory
Often I have those nights when the Dr is working and I’m on my own and I cannot even contemplate making a proper dinner but I gotta eat because I’m hungry. This is where breakfast for dinner comes in (or brinner as I have now decided to call it). Usually I end up either with a bowl of cereal or an omelette or scrambled eggs…until I made this. This is incredibly flavourful, awesome if you’re muffintop is starting to creep back and so quick to make (tick-tick-tick), that I made it 3 times in the past week-uh huh, yep, 3 times and the 3rd time I made it when the Dr was home, this is what happened (see below).


