We are back from holidays and we yet don’t feel like we have ever been.
Lot of work, lot of rush; after month without a home fitness chance I decided to give in with gym: five days a week of course or it doesn’t work.
I AM DEAD.
I didin’t have the chance to cook a lot after our return, only a dessert for a family meal last sunday.
I took the recipe from a magazine and it turned out… AWFUL.
As you see I’m deep into cooking experiments at the moment, so deep I started again with my usual recipe exchange with a close circle of food blogger friends.
Blogs are in italian only so I don’t bother share links you cannot read but I can tell I had to dig deep into the blog I was paired with because it has hundreds, and I mean HUNDREDS of recipes.
Some are local, some come from far, far away: I decided to stay in the middle and I choosed a recipe from Malta, the Bigilla.
I never post the right dish at the right time.
Not in time for Christmas, out of time for St. Valentine and so on.
This year I’m here more than a month in advance with a very special recipe for Easter.
How did I do this?
Well I baked this casatiello last year and I’ve never posted it. 🙁
What a shame…
Back to the usual routine after Christmas: no, no, no.
I don’t want to come back to work, do you?
I don’t want to start dieting again, I don’t want to start biking again, I want to keep on waking up at 10 a.m., having fun at restaurants, receiving nice things for the new home. 😛
How did you spend your holidays?
Did you make and receive nice gift?
I mainly received beer, wine and linen for the new home plus lot of joy for being with all my beloved ones.
After a quite long iatus I’m back.
I almost forgot this month’s date for Bloggalline’s recipe exchange, I’m really late this time but I have pretty good excuses…
Yes, excuses, I mean more than one: hubby cut himself on the hand, in the same point he cut himself only four months ago.
It means I have to work for both, I did it for the past three weeks and I’m pretty tired.
He cannot use his right hand so I have to help him washing, cutting food, writing…