I love this post. When I get the blue I quite like wallowing. I watch a slow and depressing foreign film. Preferably French. I also stare at the ceiling (no fan, only cobwebs).
I cook chilli con carne. It´s the kind of thing you can stir your tears into it. It´s different every time but it´s always bitter, spicy and dark. I like the meditative chopping of meat and onions, and the way the flavours meld over the hours of stewing reminds me that time makes such a difference. The last time my heart was broken I made so much chilli that I filled my freezer, then my friends freezers, by the end even I was even offloading it onto my physiotherapist.
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I love this post. When I get the blue I quite like wallowing. I watch a slow and depressing foreign film. Preferably French. I also stare at the ceiling (no fan, only cobwebs).
Let me think... I usually would give the bathroom a severely good scrub down or eat some good pizza.
I cook chilli con carne. It´s the kind of thing you can stir your tears into it. It´s different every time but it´s always bitter, spicy and dark. I like the meditative chopping of meat and onions, and the way the flavours meld over the hours of stewing reminds me that time makes such a difference.
The last time my heart was broken I made so much chilli that I filled my freezer, then my friends freezers, by the end even I was even offloading it onto my physiotherapist.
I love food photography, so I don't mind if you post only food pictures;))).
It's good to know what everyone does while wallowing!
I turn on the air conditioner...lie in bed...let myself enjoy the exquisitely calm moments before sleep...
Or I online shop. :)
(loving these photos btw!)
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