Thinking Out Loud #32

What’s a girl to do when she is hit with a sudden urge to think out loud on a Saturday?? The obvious: check out if Amanda’s still got the welcome sign up and pitch up [fashionably] late 🙂 .



1. Daylight savings. What is it? Why is it? How is it? Oh and one more thing – why don’t we have it?


2. I am becoming a walking accident. I don’t even understand how it came about, but the amount of bumps, scrapes and knocks I’m getting into on a daily basis is astounding! In a period of 3 measly days I’ve managed to slice at my fingers twice on separate occasions(!) and bang my head into furniture that miraculously jumped in the way several times.

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3. Disney leggings are like a little dream come true…

Disney legging



4. I remember attesting to purple being my favourite colour all along; while it will always be close to my heart I find myself drawn toward coral these days. There’s something about it: light-hearted, cheerful, without being outrageously shocking ❤ .


5.  The oatmeal groove I was religiously rocking kind of really fizzled out for about at least a month now. My fabulously loaded bowls…

peach stovetop oatmeal

just lost all fabulosity one morning…resulting in breakfast going all sorts of random. Truth be told, most mornings involved these bars I may still be hopelessly addicted to. I swear I’ve been through no less than 4 batches already.

chocolate granola bars

Until I made up my mind to fix me up a bowl of banana bread this morning. Hello newly beloved breakfast!

topped with creamed cottage cheese and peanut butter.

topped with creamed cottage cheese and peanut butter.


6. So, Peanut Butter. Let me just come clean here alright? If I had easy access to your nemesis (Almond butter) I would not be devoting my heart and soul to you (I do love you though!) as is the current circumstances. I almost hate admitting it to myself even; but in a matter of days I’ll be receiving my second jar of Almond butter for the year and you best believe there’s going to be some exuberant joyful squeals. Humans of the house – it might be a wise idea to invest in a pair of earplugs 😀 .

Almond butter


7. When my elder sister confessed to experiencing nightmares of a wire loosening in her braces back in those days, and assured me I’d have them too (the nerve of her!), I brushed it off as the most ridiculous, outlandish sounding dilemma ever. Well whaddaya know? It happened just the other night. The irony of the situation had me giggling more than anything else however!

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^I could relate majorly to that on a constant basis…thank goodness it’s deteriorated as I’ve grown more in tune.


8. I’ve done some pondering on the matter and I believe I know why I’m kind of really on a blogging backseat. Hear me out. I am deriving greater pleasure from connecting and interacting on a more personal level; whether through texts or emails – sharing an opinion with someone and eagerly awaiting their response…or in real life contact – an awareness of the expression on the face I’m conversing to…hearing and almost feeling the emotion in the voice speaking to me. It’s just..fullfilling. Do you feel me?

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Share some of your thoughts with me folks!


Thinking Out Loud #31

A headache hasn’t visited my head for ages, so much so – I’d forgotten what a pain it is. I’m taking the recent plaguing of one as a cue to release some of the mental baggage by joining in on the stream of randomness brought to you by Amanda. Thinking-Out-Loud

1. Thank goodness for a mid-week holiday is all I can say! Not that I excused myself from the office – having a good amount of catching up to play – but just the relief of a day without any calls and queries coming my way is a much-needed chance to restore my sanity after an absolutely shaky start to the week. When Tuesday dawned I was just about ready for the week to wrap up and felt in NEED of a 14 day weekend.what a week!image source

  2. I am traumatized people. When it came to work-related issues I’ve always had a sensible 90 year old brain on me…a few minutes of my naïve 19 year self surfacing was sufficient to destroy me. How else do I explain how in the world I’ve been *almost* completely scammed over the phone by some Windows technician fake? I don’t understand; me who trusts very few, sceptical of most, too occupied and “wise” to stumble into a trap. Or maybe that was the old me? Argh I just want to keel over and die when I think about it. What, you think that’s a touch too dramatic? Well, the bloody rouge managed to possess my precious laptop for a good while, because I was too gullible and impulsive. The worst part of it is the impact it had on me: mentally assaulted is not underplaying the way I feel.

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 3. That is the distressing element though; I cannot get back at him who cruelly took advantage of my susceptibility. I am frustrated for letting up my guard after approaching the call with wary rudeness, knowing full well the danger of scams in business and I intended to deter the varmin hastily. But after coaxed by a few key words that impacted me as the “real deal”…argh moving on…

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    4. Oatmeal cooking methods are getting fancier around these parts. While Dad has been applauding the simplicity of instant oats, I am utterly adoring a key factor in this recipe at Oh She Glows. The procedure of cooking the banana for a bit in coconut oil before tossing in the liquid and oats is sensational. Fancier still, I went with a caramel-ly take on things the morning after by adding 5 small chopped dates along with the banana and allowing it to get a little melty prior to pouring in 1 cup of water, 1/2 cup rolled oats and a generous pinch of salt,, then leaving it to cook on low.

topped with cinnamon, chunky applesauce and peanut butter.

topped with cinnamon, chunky applesauce and peanut butter.

There is a little mindless game I amuse myself in when cooking up my oatmeal. I’ll fill the 1 cup at the sink -to the brim- and proceed to slither to the stove with exceptional steadiness in order not to spill a drop. I’ve developed into quite a veteran at the sport 😀 .

5. I just cannot take to cooking oatmeal in milk. I’ve tried again recently, curiosity compelling me to since I failed to clearly recall the last time I’d rolled with milk…  and while I’m all for the creaminess – the milk seems to mask the true earthy flavour of the oats. Not a fan. What I am a fan of is repairing my relationship with dried fruit (well, fruit in general) as per the bag of dates in my possession. Since it seems likely I won’t be getting up an entire post dedicated to it [which was the original plan]…you’re probably assuming that it was an ED fear to hesitate over dried fruit. Expected, but that is not the case. Having instilled in myself an outlandish phobia of fats, and consuming only veggies and fruits while harbouring a dominant sweet tooth meant that more often than not my entire supper consisted of a controlled portion of dried fruit or a huge bowl of sliced watermelon. Not surprising then that for the most part I am not in inclined to fruits; not because I don’t enjoy it, but there is a distinctive negative stigma surrounding it in my mind. Fruit = safe food.

6. Now that I’ve been for a good long while averted from fruit simply due to not craving it, I aim to start including more variety of dried/fresh fruit in my snacks…to try it out and see if I in fact enjoy it. I need to allow myself to experiment with eating all fruits once again without shunning them as part of the “ED history” and always choosing a more dessert-ish option over fruit without even giving myself a chance.

dates and a cappuccino

dates and a cappuccino (as inspired by our host!)

Jee willikers, do these dates not appear like cockroaches in this photo *shudder* !? I’ve been called out countless times -by photographically wise comrades- the error that is leaving the spoon in the shot. And yet, I keep forgetting – I cannot drink my coffee or hot chocolate without a spoon in!

7. This mental heaviness that has clutched onto me doesn’t seem to be have any plans in deserting, which means some action is required. It’s like… brain fog. No not brain fudge, brain fog. Very different, best not to confuse the two. Bright colours and soft materials prove to have a gently positive effect so that’s happening… picture083The polkadots instantly bring someone dear to mind 🙂 . Oh and fresh air! All the fresh air please…which I’m off to inhale right now before settling down to a big bowl of chocolate peanut butter oatmeal.     Any tips in getting through mental trauma? Perhaps I am behaving dramatically, but then I truly feel slightly destroyed. Share some thought with me! That would serve to delight me…

Thinking Out Loud #30

Guys, I am turning into a chatterbox. Help me! Never mind having been an incessant squeaking cricket the past few days in addition to other forms of technical talking…I am left with a molehill of mumble jumble up in there; ready to pounce on my next innocent victim. Which would be you by the way. Gotta love the lover of randomness Amanda and her invitation to Think Out Loud.



1. Do you know those cravings that manage to simply possess you? I get that way too often admittedly, and it happens to be SO pin pointedly specific… In a good way. Okay, once I have it satisfied. Since last week I’ve been craving a freshly baked scone with strawberry jam and  a foamy cappuccino. There’s just been too much going on to schedule in a coffee date among all the cheesecake…


and chocolate 😀 . But if it doesn’t happen this week….I stand a strong chance of losing my mind.


2. Fringes are happening people!

fringed top-Traffic

Alright they’re practically old news BUT here’s the deal: unless I am bitten and snared myself, a fashion item announced to be hot and happening through the media is not going to work it’s way into my wardrobe. It’s all down to the chemistry of attractions I believe, which runs much further than the spark between two souls.


3. On the topic of chemistry; the excitement in the reunion with Nutella is waning…my taste buds have grown dull to it and restless – ever demanding a thrill found in a foreign taste and texture. I was remarkably conscious of a nagging need of extra nourishment as off -3 days ago.. perhaps the absence of sufficient wholefoods and a gravitation toward “empty” desserts and sugars – amidst all the PMSing and mood swings – left me low in important vitamins and minerals. What I am -to my pleasant surprise- all gaga for right now, is beans. That’s right, to go along with a brain full of beans figuratively speaking, I am now legit craving them. Garbanzo beans to be precise.


4. I had all but entirely forgotten the honourable bag of chickpea flour collecting dust on the counter… my mind fresh into the chickpea “obsession” zoned in on Aunty Arman’s commendation of this recipe in his breakfast round-up. Pizza for breakfast? No thank you. But it would be simply glorious for lunch…

chickpea crust pizza

topped with Garlic Sweet Chilli sauce, zucchini scrambled eggs in butter and chunky avo slices.

And I learned all over again that I am an absolute nutcase at making anything pancake-ish. I must have prodded and poked at the poor thing 5.5 billion times while it tried to cook. Despite my abuse man-handling it turned out scrumptious!


5. I should confess a little matter weighing slightly heavily on my chest: You call it zucchini… we (meaning the humans labelling the packages in this part of the world) call it.. get this.. Marrows *jaw hanging*. Of all the stupefying!? … mar-rows. Why does that sound so icky, hah?! Oh and leave that appalling fact; I was adamant zucchini failed to exist at all over here, casting an uninterested eye over the marrows. It was only upon Syd informing me – from her time in SA – that I awoke to this mystifying vegetable. I think I’m in love.


6. Testimonial to the continual chickpea crazy stint (that, along with being captivated by the hummusapien’s recipes) is the dessert I whipped up yesterday. After legit pining for it for 30 hours… I kid you not.

I wanted a nourishing dessert and this was it. I hereby pledge to never undermine it’s rich gloriousness by “wasting” this hummus on unworthy forms of dippage. For now: spoon and finger is my standard vehicles. I choose to overlook the “error” on the recipe – stating it serves 6, because I refuse to accept I am capable of packing away 3-4 servings in one day.  It’s a sheer miracle that my tummy is content with it!


7. Humans who are obsessed with feet do exist right? I mean, I’ve read a number of amusing instances in different novels yet haven’t come across it in real life. Or rather, haven’t had it made known to me…not to be mistaken, I am grateful to be ignorant if it is common because I reckon I’d be majorly weirded out. I was completely taken aback that a feet frenzy is not exclusive to humans; made clear when I was lounging on the stoep on a chilly morning the other day…

foot-loving ram

Oh my socks were squeaky clean so you don’t have to feel sorry for the blighter developing some disease.


8. This edition of Thinking Out Loud has been -as is the norm- chipped away at from around Tuesday, which makes an update on the dessert hummus situation compulsory. When I experienced the first lick straight from the blender my first thought was: frosting. This needs a slice of chocolate cake to be hernia-inducingly spell-bounding. Or is that spell binding?! Regardless – this one minute chocolate cake slathered with chocolate PB dessert hummus is magnificent.

With that I’m off…

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Share some of your thoughts with me!

Thinking Out Loud #27

Collaborating in the famous Thursday movement with Amanda today; an invitation to ramble on without a concrete purpose and aim? Hard to turn down… as the week draws to a close, it’s needed.



1. Two 1/2 cup measurements of liquid do not equal to 1 cup. Theoretically yes,  but in the outcome of my bowl of oatmeal – no. I see myself questioning every some school lessons, beyond what I’ve learnt in fractions. The takeaway from this: do not be lazy to wash out the dirtied 1 cup…. AM oatmeal is too precious to risk spoiling the texture I love.


2. As a form of establishing my body’s state of “idealness”, the day after discovering that I was in fact at my goal weight for quite some time; Aunty Suzy arrived in her first LEGIT, REAL, UNDOUBTFUL visit. Cue several hernia’s amid sobs and squeals [of joy]. After a considerable stage of toying with my mind – the game’s over in that aspect 😀 . Naturally this was cause for a celebration that included pizza. Because, pizza can only serve to make Aunt Suzy happy right 😉 ?!

Mushroom, tomato, feta and parmesan

Mushroom, tomato, feta and parmesan


3. On that note let’s talk about what aided in the arrival of her esteemed visit. While I am not a medical anything, I actually have a few notions on factors which helped heal my body sufficiently… hear me out! I was rather late in taking the step to consume full-fat milk on a regular basis, but I felt tons better once that was in a daily rotation, along with full-fat cheese whenever I was in the mood for cheese. Eating aside, I have concluded that the percentage of body fat I possess right now plays the determining role in things. I will -honestly- not call myself fat ( because hello! I am not) but I’m aware that I comprise of a decent amount of fat…in all the right places 😀 … if that makes any sense.


4. If you haven’t detected the vibes yet, I feel I should mention anyway: I’m on a confident stint as off recently… comfortable in my body, content with myself – it’s  a strangely thrillingly stupefying sensation. I don’t know where it came from or how it got here, but I’m loving it. It could be something in the air since I know I’m not alone in this!?

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We are quick to voice our struggles with “bad” body days… it feels good to simply proclaim how good my mind feels on that side of things.


5. I constantly internally declare to grow up with my reading choices, only to fall back onto – I suppose – material that should captivate humans of a younger calibre. Whether that means my mental capacity is immature for my age or not, matters little right now, because this one has me snared big time!Wings

I started it on Monday and come Tuesday evening I was eagerly getting stuck into the sequel “Spells“.Spells

Enchanting ❤ . When you fall in love with the character(s), you know it’s a winner. Pike, you’re a beauty.


6. I have dropped out of my food photographing groove in the span of the last month. Perhaps its partly due to having guests around joining us at most meal times – which means everyone dining together, directly translating (I imagine) into the guaranteed probingly inquisitive drama that would ensue, should I pull out my phone for a pic before my meal. facepalmimage source


7. When it comes around to wanting to share the gloriousness of a particular meal or the magicalness of a combination of tastes on the palate, I kind of really want to punch myself for not having just taken the bloomin’ photo. I *almost* didn’t get yesterday’s lunch on camera, but after a few mesmerised bites (you know when something!?) there was no way I could refrain from broadcasting it.

potatoes roasted in olive oil, steamed broccoli, roast onion cream cheese for dipping

potatoes roasted in olive oil, steamed broccoli, roast onion cream cheese for dipping


8. On the discussion of eating in company at the table; I would never have believed the truth in it – myself having being accustomed to breakfast in bed while blog reading – had I not experienced it every single day for 30+days straight, but there is a higher sense of satiety and “completeness” derived when mealtime is valued over company – in the moment. Of course I speak only from my personal take on this…


9. I’d love to hear your thoughts, so do extend on any of the topics that you wish to share 🙂 .


Tears of pain…we will cry together

Living as one special component in a large family – close and extended – I can tell you that as true as family being a great blessing, it is also a constant endeavour of trying to keep a harmonious balance between humans as different as day and night. Gorgeously rocky I’ll say that much. There’s always those that irk you.. those that you can never seem to agree with matters on.. several whom while having a fairly pleasant standing with – there will be squabbles; at times in the name of fun, at times deadly serious – always a form of bettering our understanding of one another and strengthening our love. We don’t often reflect on how much we depend emotionally on one another.. until adversity.

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We don’t need to experience the pain to feel what they going through. Differences aside,  arguments forgotten; we need one another. The waves of sadness and worry run through us as one.. we search for strength and comfort by a simple meeting of eyes.

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In moments of hardship, the love and bond of a family glows like a bright star against a dark sky. I realize the power of love.. to love unconditionally and get through it together. To be strong, for myself and for those around me. To have faith – it will work out.

Amanda welcomes all sorts of random thoughts in her Thursday jamboree. Better late than never!



Thinking Out Loud #22 Brace yourselves!

Greetings humankind! It’s been an eventful week for me due to one life-altering procedure: I’ve got braces!! I know, right. You are either going “ahh what’s the colossal deal about that?”, or you’re thinking silently “eek braces! Glad I’m done with that”. Well I’ve got a lot on my mind about these teeth chains of torture decorations -with a purpose- and seeing that her loveliness is hosting an occasion that’s remarkably hospitable to every kind of topic; I’m thinking out loud.


I’m not one to show up late for appointments, neither do I fail to meet important deadlines; yet with various life matters – I am developing a rather “fashionably late” reputation. One of the last of my species to: make a smoothie… watch Frozen.. attempt bar-making.. .get a phone upgrade… you get the picture. late                                                                                                                 picture source

So it would not be hernia-inducing to be getting braces later in life than most people I know. Truth be told; each time I considered it previously (knowing full well that I needed it) I over-thought myself out of it, anxious to elude potential breeding grounds for regret. What if my parents spend this amount of money on me, only for me to be unable to stick it out? And along with that.. I simply could not justify carrying it out without dying with guilt at how selfish it seemed to me. Any other human – totally reasonable for them, but not me. Hmm, it was a long time coming I guess: a progressively drastic change of mind-set.

I believe I am worth investing into.. I deserve, as much as every single special soul out there.

That said, obviously my eating and lifestyle is evolving to accommodate the braces. In a way it’s exciting -for now that is- while proving challenging. Smoothies are becoming my bosom buddies..

chocolate smoothie

specifically this one. YUM! I am using full fat milk and tossing in a big handful of spinach (my best bet in getting my greens in). Oat bran is also quite the saving grace; while I’m still doing my oatmeal bowl in the AM, I find oat bran to be much easier and soothing to consume in the evening. High five to Miss P for shooing me in that direction 😉 .

Oat bran with a diced pear cooked in; topped with cinnamon, honey and smooth peanut butteroatbran- bedtime


I was always a little finicky when it came to teeth cleaning.. I didn’t think it possible to develop a greater level of carefulness; until the braces came into play. OH.MY.GOOSE. dental care

Yeah, that. Suffice to say – a high probability of plaque-filled nightmares seems inevitable, despite having a meticulous brushing program going.


Did you/do you ever struggle with feeling unworthy of “investing” in?

Did you have braces?

Any words of advice for a newbie? I would appreciate guidance with every tooth in my mouth 🙂 !

Suggestions for “comfortable” foods?



Thinking Out Loud #21 The old..the new

The air is buzzing with randomness; brain contents splattered on screens around the world..some other planets too if I’m not mistaken. Let’s give our host a curtsey then! Thank you Amanda 🙂 . I know I love reading up a good theme. Heck I love -trying- to write up a theme myself. I’ll start off strong, then proceed to lose my train of thought or delve thoroughly into another theme in itself. As off right now I’ve got a certain “concept” to put into play..let’s see how it goes.





1. OLD is having a specific craving build up over time into a ball of moss – that finally exploded on Monday – and demanding to be heeded. NEW is that particular craving being a chocolate brownie. I have never craved a chocolate brownie before this month. It’s amazing how the brain is quick to recall past images of a tantalizing recipe when the tummy is requesting it.

chocolate gingerbread brownies

The texture was spot.on. Delicately crispy on top, fudgy and cakey in the middle. Perhaps I shouldn’t have used “Crude” black molasses. Perhaps I should have determined whether I like molasses for that matter, or not. But nooo, I am quite the smarty pants yes. Never had a lick of molasses in my life, yet I go and throw a good lot in brownies, politely ignoring the important fact that the particular brand of molasses had a scent that was throwing me off. Needless to say, I couldn’t quite stomach these. I am however fairly certain, that I had my hands on the incorrect molasses. A craving ignored, is a craving….uhm anyone? We couldn’t have that – whatever that is – so an emergency visit to my favorite coffee shop the following day took care of it.

Cashew brownie (to die for!) with vanilla ice creamcashew brownie a la mode


I mean, if we’re going to fix a craving we might as well do a good and proper job, right 😉 .


2. OLD is my previous Blackberry smartphone. I know right..what the blik was I doing with a Blackberry!? Well…NEW is my new (duh!) Blackberry smartphone. Don’t ask! But I’ll tell you anyway. You humans can rock your S4’s and 5’s; it’s not for this girl. I’m a Blackberry addict.

blackberry pendant

The sad element of the matter: I’m not even embarrassed.


3. OLD is investing in a bar of my favorite chocolate.Lindt Chilli

NEW is happening upon a unexpected arrival and – on an impulse – getting myself a mini. Lindt arrival

Amusingly enough, my only regret is why I didn’t take a big bar. What did I expect? Lindt can do no wrong.You can bet I was squealing and acting all touristy by snapping 500 pictures 🙂 .

Take that Australia :p !Lindt Hello




4. OLD is missing out on a WIAW party. I was never one with a decent blogging schedule and partaying on the weekly tends to leave me sapped. NEW is discovering that I need to get my “dose” by discussing ALL THE FOOD!


5. OLD is hankering a little bit of veggies every day..they taste fabulous you know! NEW is opting for more cooked than raw to mollify the intense need for comfort that has risen with the colder temperatures.

Baked sweet potato, topped with butter and tinned flaked salmon. Mushroom, spinach,onion stir-fry.. fresh tomatoes.baked sweet potato



6. OLD is being reluctant to have a queue of  blogs (hence why I do not click “follow” anymore) in my reader for fear of feeding “that anxious feeling” of so much to do read. NEW is recognizing the underlying issue and acknowledging that it sounds like a load of bull, yet is nothing to sneeze at when dealing with a creature of my mental capacity. Yes – I just insulted myself ever so lightly.


7. OLD is enjoying breakfast in bed on return from the cold outdoors every single day. [Relatively] NEW is the now habitual addition of chocolate in my morning bowl of oatmeal.

breakfast in bed



8. OLD is not being a lover of could say I’m chicken 😉 . NEW is experiencing a weird sudden crave for the fillet my Mum cooked up last night.

Fillet in onions, roast butternut, steamed cauliflower, dill pickle fillet supperI reckon it could only do good things for my orange-ish blood :straight face: .


9. OLD is that I’ve always considered every blogger and reader my friend..whether you like it or not. Live with it. NEW is that I’m aware that I have an actual “blend” <3!


10. OLD is my stance on pb&j and pb&banana sandwiches: love. NEW is having it with a mug of Hot Chocolate; together the hurricane of flavors transport me to Pluto 🙂 .

PB&Banana+Hot chocolate


11. You are not getting rid of me just yet, sorry. OLD is random night-time snacks. NEW is random night-time snacks that endow me with a measure of knowledge.

Chocolate-chip banana muffin crumbled in yogurt, topped with chunky applesauce and crunchy PB. Clementine on the side.snack


Lesson: Do not consume citrus immediately after a super sweet snack!


What can be subbed in place of molasses?

Do little things easily drive you to an anxiety attack?

I felt like being a little parasite today..did I succeed in annoying you -at all- ??