Finally getting a chance to post again; exams are not a friend of the blogging world…though I’ve been far too relaxed about study and possibly haven’t fully realised that my first exam is in two days. French politics. The Dreyfus Affair better make an appearance!
Last weekend I headed back to the Wexford countryside for the Easter bank holiday, for a family dinner on the Sunday. Team lamb and roast potatoes vs Team courgette spaghetti with veg, pesto and chickpeas: no need to state the winner! I even found a solid raw chocolate egg in Nourish in Dublin; it was pretty small but rich and delish, blowing those Smarties and M&Ms out of the water.
The light from the sun was just gorgeous all weekend. Studying outside, the buzz and hype of the city and college felt worlds away. Also, put me in the sun and I could copy out Montaigne philosophy notes forever!
I absolutely love the glow in my bedroom at home in the evenings, my futon bed right under the window with a canopy draped around it. Ultimate idyllic scene.
One thing I love to eat when I’m home is…guacamole! Everybody loves this.
In Dublin I’d never really be at the house at lunch to make it, and sometimes mashing up an avocado with chopped garlic is just an effort away from an effort. But at home my agenda isn’t exactly under pressure (get up, breakfast, facebook, 3 hours of Danish/Swedish television, facebook, back to bed with a book, lunch, bed, facebook, treadmill, shower, facebook, dinner, facebook) so I have no problem whipping this up.
Only obligation for this recipe is: don’t be stingy with the guacamole, guys. Get a nice medium-large avocado, and eat THE FULL THING. It’s lunchtime. Yeah, avocados are high in fat. I go for 2 a week and prefer low fat high carbs the rest of the time. But raw foodists don’t give avocados enough credit. So I just have to make up for that!
Tomatoes are the only accompaniment needed, served on rye or pumpernickel bread. Garlic and pepper are essentials. I like my guacamole quite smooth, but just don’t mash it as much if you prefer it lumpy. For once, I’m not a(d)voca(ting) any blitzing! (Tried something there and not very sure it worked…)
The study continues for the next unfortunately very foreseeable month; if the Irish sun keeps cracking a blue sky, exam time might even be met with a smile.
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