There are things that I used to love.

I used to love melting supermarket brie in the microwave and scraping it up with watercrackers. I’ll admit, I was 11.

I used to love twisties and rainbow paddlepops. I’ll admit, if the mood strikes, I still do.

But I never liked black jelly beans. They were acrid, yucky and something that only dad’s ate. I liked orange ones. Fake orange flavour was always a favourite.

Like a soft black taint on my perceptions, I’ve never eaten the black squidges. They are classic dad fare, like jokes where someone says they can’t hear and dad’s say “What?” and cup their ear.

But, slowly tastes change.

I just …

Sometimes in life you just don’t really have time for a birthday.

It’s always been the way- November tends to be the time of exams, in whatever guise they come, the time of major projects trying to be tied up before everyone checks out into a champagne soaked summer.

I’ve been incredibly slack in so many ways lately. There hasn’t been a lot of writing going on. Even more basic than that, there hasn’t been a lot of cooking going on.

Welcome to the land of the Wednesday meal:

Bulgogi on a bed of shredded iceberg lettuce with a fried egg and chilli on top.

Quickest meat to cook ever. Quickest dinner ever.

Add some quickly …