Texture shots

For the past couple of months I’ve noticed that my trusty camera has been really losing its focus when taking pics, it just aint right! Although these pics do not look too bad thanks to the sun, I had to retake them several times. That just never used to happen; alias I will get the lens fixed soon.

Another wash hair day

It feels so good to not have your shower cap on. I’m still braiding and banding for now, until I’m satisfied that they won’t slip. I noticed a few locks at the back unravelled near the root. The last pic is a few days later.

Longing for a Pony

My hair is slowly getting fuller when I put it in a pony tail, unfortunately I haven’t got the length yet to be able to not have stray locks hanging all around me.

The PM /AM I attempted to make Split Pea soup

Today for so long I have wanted to pick up the courage to try for a second time to make split peas soup. My Gran makes the smoothest soup without a blender and within a relatively short space of time – no more than 2hrs. The last time I made this soup it turned out like the consistency of a crunchy peanut butter. So this time I soaked the yellow split peas overnight and began the process of boiling it down, adding water each time to make sure the peas didn’t dry down. I never really watch the fire so returned after 2 hours to find little progress – the peas hadn’t even split.

So after 4 hours I called my Gran for some much needed advice: throw in some baking powder to make them split quickly she says. So here I am at 5pm throwing in a little of the magic stuff hoping for a miracle. Unfortunately even after 8 hours the peas had not split. The odd thing is even though I was aware that the peas had lost all flavour I was just determined to see them crack, I mean it shouldn’t have been that hard considering I made split peas and rice once with the same packet. Anyways by 1am I started to drift into not really caring and just ignored my pot, hoping it would somehow miracley mash. So I smelt burning, went into the kitchen and saw a crunchy hot mess in front of my eyes, which swiftly went into the bin. Needless to say I was disappointed and am convinced if I had my Gran’s trusty cast iron dutch pot the outcome may have been better.

The following day I decided to use the dough I made for the dumplings to make a pizza base (first time and not really caring how it turned out). Here are some pics before and after – it turned out O.K. but needed more cheese: