One very compelling reason I loved visiting my friend Simone were the nibbles her mum always had on display in their living-room. No, I’m not referring to homemade treats or freshly baked cookies, I’m talking about those huge boxes called “Party Mix”, which contained assorted pretzels and cheese crackers, that were so hip during the 80s.
Nutritionists do their best to spread one of their favorite mantras to start the day with a balanced breakfast and never leave the house with an empty stomach. It just doesn’t work for me. I’m rarely hungry in the early morning and I don’t see the necessity to force myself to eat when I’d rather not. Weekends excluded, they are a whole different chapter: after a stroll over the local market I can’t wait to scramble some fresh eggs and devor a brioche with homemade jam. Yet, if – against all odds – hunger does strike before lunchtime during the week, homemade chocolate crunch granola is my rescue!
Seriously, if somebody would have told me six years ago that starting a blog had the life altering potential that it indeed has – in so many ways – , I would have laughed it off. But it most definitely does! Today I’m blessed with a job I couldn’t love more, I have written two cookbooks and made dear friends along the way.
It has certainly been a while since I wrote my last article on delicious:days, usually you only get to see my views on the world – and the places Nicky and I travel to – through my travel photography. This is Oliver, Nicky’s better other half, the guy with the stained T, keeping the engine of the blog humming.
