On my most recent trip to Scotland (wedding planning sure is making it our second home!) the weather was less than pleasant. For most of our stay, what are usually stunning vistas over the mountains were misty veils of grey. We woke up each morning peering out from underneath the duvet, summoning the courage to brave the chill in the air. Not that it stopped us from getting out to experience what the highlands had to offer, no no: ‘The mountains are calling and I must go.” But it was on one particularly dreary day as we left the house to explore that I said, “Wow, I can’t wait to get home and sit by the fire with a glass of wine.”
I think you all know by now how much I love a country get away. The older I get the more appealing it is to me, the idea of owning a cosy little place in the middle of nowhere. Q and I have already made retirement plans to own a small holding when we grow old! But until then, it seems only right to stay in the city (I’m still young after all!) and get my country kicks on the weekend.
I’ve recently started a regular slot on my local radio station, talking about all things delicious in my home town Milton Keynes. My very first session (which I was so nervous for but it turned out to be a blast!) fell conveniently in the same week as the celebrations of the city’s 50th birthday. It felt fitting therefore to do an overview of the food on offer and speak about my favourite restaurants in Milton Keynes.
Isn’t it amazing when hard work pays off? January has been a tough month for this food blogger: setting myself a goal to eat ultra healthy, train more and get myself in better shape for my wedding dress appointment at the end of the month to take my measurements.
Well I only went and bloody did it! Hellooo size 10 dress! It’s been tough, postponing reviews, turning down event invites… Yep, it’s safe to say once that appointment was done I was ready to celebrate and indulge a little.
Picture the scene: Q and I are driving home. I’ve had a long day, it’s freezing cold, there’s a hole in my left boot which has been letting the rain in and despite the miserable weather and instinctive cravings for tasty things I have stuck rigidly to a day (many, many days) of clean eating. Yes, my will power has been damn impressive this January, but after three weeks (three weeks!) without a single indulgent morsel, I was completely ready, body and soul, to devour something delicious.