the dreamer.

he is a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher...

i miss.

dinner for one.

I made this tonight and was so delicious I had to share....





ingredients:
one pork chop
one corgette (baby marrow)
three baby potatoes halved
a few pieces of butternut
one green golden delicious apple cut into wedges
olive oil
soya sauce
garlic
ginger
a few sprigs of fresh thyme
lemon juice
salt and pepper

use a nice little oven dish (big enough for all of the above). rub olive oil into the pork chop. liberally rub salt into the fat that will become the delicious golden crackling. use about two teaspons of soya sauce drizzled over each side of the chop. throw in all of the veggies. use the apple with the skin on it's sweet and delicious. leave the garlic cloves whole they become so tasty and soft when baked. chop up a little ginger and add that too. spread the sprigs of thyme over the veggies. finally a dash of lemon juice, olive oil and black pepper and some chilli if you so desire. put it in the oven at about 200 degrees celcius for roughly 25 minutes or until the veggies are soft and your pork crackling is golden and crispy.

bon apetit

x

tiny dancer.

i found this poem in a book when i was cleaning out some boxes today. i wrote it when i was still at school.... the words are suprisingly poignant and relevant.

sadness, emptiness clogged up inside
crumbling rocks crash upon dew-kissed grass
emotions too strong to hide
like butterflies upon flowers they dance



she clasps the key to her tumultuous world within
as fear, anger and questions beat
at her confused heart. What sin?
has made her as heavy as concrete



at times the butterflies dance with resounding strength
abusing innocent flowers in their way
no matter the length
leaving only a dismal grey



she is in pain for as long
as the butterflies dance
at different beats to an unsung song
she dares not glance.

fighting the sunday blues.

fish and chips wrapped in yesterday's paper. not enough salt and vinegar. colourful cushions and blankets sprawled inside the back of a shiny black bantam. moody eastern cape skies above. a two litre coca cola and some mellow jams. every sunday should be spent like this. with laughter and friends and food to fight the sunday blues. and just when you think the day couldn't get better. the clouds make way for the sun. somehow along with all the blues that monday brings there's some sunlight left for sunday.

polaroids.

there is something so authentic and old school about polaroids. i found this really cool polaroid maker on the internet. download it for free at www.poladroid.com