Do you remember when I used to just shitpost here? I would ramble on for a dew paragraphs and then you would wonder what I was at, but I’d get to turn a few breathless phrases here and there. Those were the days. Now, it’s a dumping ground for story videos (where I sort of subvert the medium a bit, but use the WhatsApp/Instagram/Facebook Story feature as my stage, where almost no-one appreciates what I do with it) and bad food blogging (where I make simple food using foolproof recipes and occasionally still manage to create terrible meals). Such is life. I’ll come back to both of these soon and actually write something about it, about why I do it.
I made this on the weekend, in fact, but there’s been a bit going on lately.
Rhubarb and Apple crumble, from this recipe. It was very successful, I could eat a lot more of it. I got the crumble right this time too, and added oats.
It was satire, but I don’t think that everyone was onboard with it. I think quite a few people thought, that’s him, that’s what he’s really like. He’s in his car, talking like a hyperactive Tiktokker, or YouTuber since he’s not actually that young any more, look at the state of him.
I was at the office. It was very exciting. Video below.
Connolly Hospital, Blanchardstown.
I know, right? I’m just knocking them out at this stage. Apple Crumble for dessert: https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/best-apple-crumble
Oops, forgot to add the recipe: https://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/asparagus-recipes/asparagus-quiche-soup/
Some more photos:
Nice afternoon for it, in fairness.
The first of a series of experiments at video stories, as per WhatsApp and Instagram (where Facebook ripped off Snapchat) and Tiktok (the worst known State surveillance machine).
This was a hybrid of a Jaime Oliver recipe and a Glenisk recipe. I sort of navigated a path between them, with a twist suggested by Sonia. It’s very heavy and there is a lot of it. There’s no way I’m eating a lot of this.
It’s gargantuan. We made it yesterday and I have no idea how this thing is going to get eaten.
Lovely people, the Goldfinches.