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Jude extract
Jude salivated as she scanned the brand new range of cruelty free lipsticks at the Kat Von D makeup counter. Oranges, purples, blues. Glittery, shiny and matte.
She closed her eyes and ran her fingers over their black studded cases. When she opened them, her eyes locked onto one particular shade. Seafoam Green. The one.
Can I help you? said a voice behind her. Jude turned around to find…
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Vegan Sally Cinnamon Rolls You're My World
Vegan Sally Cinnamon Rolls You’re My World
First attempt at cinnamon rolls…not too shabby! My best mate was feeling a bit down in the dumps so I went to stay for the weekend to cheer her up. I love a bit of baking, especially on a slow Sunday morning and I’ve been wanting to make these bad boys for donkeys. Who wouldn’t love to wake up to the smell of cinnamon rolls?
I used The Minimalist Baker’s vegan recipe, which I have adapted…
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Thai Prawn, Coconut & Lime Noodle Soup
Thai Prawn, Coconut & Lime Noodle Soup
This is one of my go to meals when I have people round for tea. Looks way more impressive than this pic gives it credit for and is possibly the most minimal effort imaginable.
Serves 4
In some sort of casserole dish or bowl, stick some rice vermicelli or ribbons (like rice tagliatelle) pour boiling hot water over it and leave to soak (vermicelli is ready pretty much straight away but the rice…
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Yin & Yan Eggs with Habanero Chilli & Lime Avocado Toast
Yin & Yan Eggs with Habanero Chilli & Lime Avocado Toast
Pancakes on the mind much?
Avo is back for brekky, of course. This time mashed up with a squeeze of lime, sea salt, black pepper & habanero chilli flakes (sounds posh but just a smokier version of chilli flakes, normal ones would work too). Spread the mush on toast and draw funky patterns on it with a fork if you’re feeling silly.
The eggs are simply fried in a small frying pan with coconut oil…
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My Secret Weapon- The Flavour Thesaurus
My Secret Weapon- The Flavour Thesaurus
Being a literature student, I love books, especially ones that look pretty. As a writer, a thesaurus is my best friend. And I love to cook. So a few years ago when my mate bought The Flavour Thesaurus by Niki Segnet for her mum to encourage her to get back in to cooking, I fell in love and bought myself a copy.
It really is a secret weapon for those of us who want to try new things, raise our…
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Hello Morello Cherry & Salted Caramel Pancakes
Hello Morello Cherry & Salted Caramel Pancakes
It’s panny day! Quick, eat everything you have and confess all your sins!
Or just eat these beasts. Who says you can’t eat pancakes AND lose weight? Yuhuh. Ya can. My dad would be so ashamed of me for using a lazy mix. He used to take a weird pride in his batter, making it the night before. I actually used to feel sorry for kids whose parents got mix, as it if was some kind of neglect.
Zero…
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Crime Fiction: 'INSTAMUM'
New crime short story. Would love to know what you think...
‘That’s it. Big smile for Mummy!’ she said. Magda looked at the image which appeared on the camera display. ‘Your eyes are still red. Don’t worry, Mummy can Photoshop that.’ The tiny girl sat doll-like on the antique stool surrounded by carefully placed toys in dusty rose, white and gold. She watched her mother’s eyes glow in the blue light, finger flicking from one image to the next. ‘I’m…
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Suicide sends you west & Grief is a bitch
But Suicide-Grief is Grief’s twisted twin sister. The same bitch, but on a whole different level of fucked up. You pretend she’s not real, you don’t leave the house but she’s got your number. She breaks in just to fuck with you. Sometimes she hacks you, turns you in to a freak too. You can’t run, you can’t hide, she burns out your insides with her eyes. You tell people about her but nobody knew…
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Morning Pages III
New flat today. Sign on the dotted line. Fresh paint. An immaculate conception for you and me. That bare back sex playing on my mind. Not like us. Jack Denials had something to do with it (no thats not a typo). I hope I can hear the birds at new flat. City from country move again. Sip a comforting brew. What if he realises he doesn’t want to be with me? Tainted me. Is that what I believe? Why…
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The Morning Pages II
The Morning Pages II
Pinch chicken skin on my tits. Maybe I have lost weight despite that fuck it late night snack. Bite my pen and stare at the sticky patch from spilt Jack Daniels. Like melted tar you poke with sticks in the playground. Patched up tarmac. Ebony the mongrel Lab breaths in inky waves. Morning lights shines on her like snow drift on a black rolling hillside. Yet it is not cold. The spring morning is…
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The Morning Pages
I’ve started the morning pages to unpick the net I’ve bound around myself thats tying up my creativity like an unfortunate blocked nose. It’s lovely to wake up and get something out quickly before the little minions in my head start judging me and decide I’m a big shit. How dare I even contemplate the idea that I could write? No one is meant to see your morning pages, but I liked this one. ‘I’ve…
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Brew
Tea and I have always been soul mates. In a life that it is ever evolving, it’s the one thing that remains constant, unchanging, familiar. There’s something comforting in the routine of preparing it. Clicking the ‘on’ switch of the kettle, the clink of the china while you rummage for your favourite mug, the empathic hiss when it boils like it can’t believe it’s up this early either, clang,…
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Perfection(ism) is Boring
Imperfection is a sign that something or someone truly lived. I have come to the realisation that I am an extreme perfectionist. This is not a new realisation. People used to mention it when I was younger. My mum, teachers. ‘You’re such a perfectionist,’ they’d say, ‘you put so much pressure on yourself.’ I’d spend weeks on a tiny painting that other people could chuck out in a couple of…
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Little Fictions: The Priest
Little Fictions: The Priest
The Priest ‘I’m glad he got home in one piece,’ has taken on whole new meaning this time. He’s not in one piece any more. Seffy stared at the overlapping bricks and pushed her toes right against the wall of the humpback bridge to see who was taller. A baked red hue filled half of her vision like a split screen. The top half exposed the tips of the trees in the distance. Did he climb the wall,…
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Little Reflections
Plaster Maps restricted This map is not by borders. The Rain that t r i c k l e d i n f rom the chimney is now a L a k e , s p r e a d i n g across the Ce i l i n g l a n dscape From t h e West in Pa tch es In the East remains a strip of woodchip rainforest and a Scattering of pa per is lands See Two eyes swimming in my tea with damp lashes. Barbed cresent moons…
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Little Fictions: The Mermaid
Little Fictions: The Mermaid
‘It’s got to go.’
I give up any hope that trying to explain will save my hair. Mary wouldn’t get it, being from a generation where men were men and women were women, whatever that means. Those boundaries are smudged now, or released back in to the wilds of the past, depending on your angle. Sat on the stool in the kitchen I stare at the cracks in the checkerboard floor tiles…
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