|Bruschetta with tomato, feta, basil and blue cheese and beetroot|
Something that does sound familiar after the week I've had is the word 'tall.' To set the record straight, I am 5 foot 9 and half inches.Very very occasionally I decide to wear heels, which bumps me up to 6 foot. I rather like it.
'Tall' however, seems to fit into the same bracket as 'thin' (this doesn't apply for 'fat') where people feel they can point out the bleeding obvious to your face, as if perhaps you hadn't already noticed it yet.
I find it all rather amusing...
- You're already tall enough, so it's not as if you need heels - 'to which I replied '...being short is not the only reason to wear heels, you don't see me asking the petite people why they're wearing flats now do you?'
- Wow, golly. You look really tall.
- A note left for me at work -How you don't fall over in them shoes I'll never no, plus you must have been a giant as ur tall anyway.
- A man and his wife next to me at the cross lights -My gosh, how tall are you?
I'm surprised I haven't got a complex.
Something that isn't complexing is bruschetta. One of the easiest eats/snack/lunch/starter/supper/dinner to make. All you need is good bread to toast. Ciabatta. Sour Dough.
|Mama's homemade bread|
Ours was made with home made bread (which is very easy to make, from the back of the Allinson's wholemeal flour packet). Remember to buy the dried active yeast!
'Allinson's wholemeal flour details'
|'The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread' Mother Teresa|