Courgette carbonara a la Susie Q, peachies, and three of my favourite kittens (Q, Coz and Deebs). Looks like tonight is shapin’ up lolavox
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Course 2.
Herb-panko-miso encrusted halibut (kaffir lime, lemongrass, basil, parsley), courtesy of Chef Cozwaza. Yep, spoiled.
Tonight for dinner Coz is making miso halibut encrusted with some kind of panko, parsley, basil, kaffir lime, lemongrass leaf mixture. I am excite.
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Aaaand the cherry on top of an awesome weekend away is coming home to full-blown spring at home, sunny and warm(ish, let’s not get ahead of ourselves) with the air smelling like sea salt and cherry blossoms and new greenery, to my rad little home which I share with my best and then swapping pictures of the epic meals we made over the holiday.
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James, Coz and I this Sunday. Also I’m just a weirdo and I always sing along to the instrumental parts of songs.
From the Game of Thrones season 1 Blu-Ray commentary - the show’s opening theme sung by the Stark kids - Sansa (Sophie Turner), Arya (Maisie Williams) and Bran (Isaac Hempstead Wright)
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I think Valentines Day is complete bollosky. It’s not even because I’ve had too many ‘sad-single’ V-Days- on the contrary, more often than not I’ve been in a long term relationship on the dreaded V. Still have always found it insufferably stupid with the hearts and the candy and the flowers…
So I’ll leave you kittens with this passage from the Velveteen Rabbit. Let’s use this V(elociraptor) Day to celebrate the people we love in our life- whether they be romantic partners or family or the best friends a soul could ask for.
Natarat, Meggy Boo, Gilly Lou, Cozwaza, Deebs, this one’s for you.
My favorite passage on love. From the Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams.
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”Image Via: MaggieCakes
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Apparently I did this last night. After several cocktails and a few bottles of wine and some kind of bizarre turnip liqueur (?) shared with Coz, Deebs and Brett at Chambar we stumbled home where I wrote a messy scribbled love note to him and left it next to the computer to be found this morning over breakfast. Awww, drunk lolavox is cute. I have no recollection of writing the note but it is unquestionably my writing.
Homer’s love
letterpostcard to Marge
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Dear Coz,
This past year’s been pretty much the best. You give my heart a total boner. Here’s to another one, and maybe a few more after that.
love, lolavox
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