I love going to the library. I have to walk two kilometres and take the tram to get there, but dahlings, it’s worth it. I usually reserve my books online, wait until they come, then haul a giant laundry basket (I mean, portable shopping trolley) with me to the library to pick them up. People give me strange looks (only old ladies wheel those fabric shopping bags!) but how else am I supposed to carry my wonderful, eagerly-awaited reservations home?
I also use my trusty wheelie when soymilk is on special at the supermarket; I walk to the supermarket, buy 10 or 15 1-litre cartons and in they go. I probably sound crazy to all of you, but hey! I save almost 70 cents per carton, and I finish about 3 a week, so it makes sense to bulk-buy. The not-so-fun part is dragging it all home, panting and puffing, but hopefully I am building up muscle so after a few more trips, I will see some sizeable biceps on my arms. That’ll be the day.
Incidentally, I swam a lot last summer and actually did gain quite a bit muscle. Now, when I flex my arms I can see ’em ripple for the first time since…well, for the first time. I can beat everyone I know at arm-wrestling (well, all the girls I know, anyway). My dad is still undefeatable.
So, anyway, back to the library thing. What exactly do I borrow? Well, magazines (French Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar), books (currently reading Lolita and re-reading Roald Dahl short stories) aaaaaaaaand…vegan cookbooks! So right now, I have Veganomicon, Babycakes, The Vegan Table and Sinfully Vegan. So many recipes, only one stomach!
My grandmother is diabetic; tomorrow I shall bake her some vegan cupcakes with diabetic-friendly agave nectar. I’m thinking chocolate. If I could only eat one flavour of cupcake for the rest of my life, I’d choose chocolate faster than you could say ‘food’. When I was a kid, I’d always go for the chocolate muffin/ice-cream/cake on display. My sister is strange. If it’s pink or purple or blue or orange, she’ll take it – no matter what flavour. When she goes to the ice cream parlour – no luscious chocolate ice cream in her cone! Neon pink and lurid purple cotton candy, because the colours are ‘pretty’! How do you veganise cotton candy ice cream anyway?
More importantly, how can I be related to someone who prefers cotton candy to chocolate?
|My sister likes this stuff more? My pride is wounded!|
|My extremely photogenic banana-chocolate-peanut butter ice cream; note the be-yoo-tiful scrumptious-sumptuous-looking banana and chocolate-peanut butter chunks.|
I kid, I kid J I actually think my sister is absolument fabuleuse.