No snowflakes for me...

Pay day has come and gone and I found myself in a position to buy some new clothes today. However< walking around the shops today I found that this winter seasons fashion is not really giving me the 'I have to have everything' sort of attitude.

Some people will think I haven't got my head on straight but it seems as if the high streets grasp of this seasons trends are somewhat left me wanting more. 

Its safe to say that even the most fashion blind of us out there know that to have a chunky knit cardigan with snowflakes on it is the 'in' thing this winter but unless you got yours from primark you'll have a £30 cardigan that will look stupid as soon as boxing day. I'm sure that I'm safe in saying that not everyone can afford to update their wardrobe when Grazia tells us we must. When Christmas is over the magazines will be an the countdown to summer and the snowflake cardigan will be left forgotten at the bottom of our wardrobe. 

On the other hand there are a few things this winter that will stand the test of time in my wardrobe, luckily it seems that winter has come early and the military coat will happily see us through to the end of March. In desperate need of a new coat I bought a olive green military coat from primark which was cheap enough to forget about when the sun decides to heat the air enough for a blazer to suffice (yay). I love it already and my new coat can lovingly collect my rubbish in its pockets until the first rays of spring sunshine sneak through the October to March gloom.

So long the live the military coat and snuggly winter boots we have to wear until it's warm enough to wear gladiator sandals and bare legs again. 

Despite the cold, this week has been filled with clear skies which provide a air tight excuse to wear our sunnies to keep the bleak winter sun out of our eyes.

As a believer that I should inhabit a warmer country I am very susceptible to the cold and keeping warm is on the top of my list... gloves will be bought as soon as possible and fleecy jammies and thick socks and more layers... the list goes on. No snowflake cardies will be found in my shopping bags though, thats for sure.

NEVER deviate from the recipe...

I am fully aware that I have not posted anything in a while but getting a job in a nightclub really will turn a person nocturnal! I am aware that the internet works at any time of the day but I'm terribly lazy and Gilmore girls is always on... I shall hereby promise to write more things on here more often.

With fear that this will turn into some Delia schmelia blog about cooking stuff I have to write once more about the hilarity which ensues when Kirsty and I attempt to cook anything substantial. It  is our Sunday to host board game night. (which seems t have turned into pub quiz night because we have played all the board games under the sun) This week we have decided to make coq au vin, which at this point in time has not been begun... the cheesecake for dessert on the other and may have turned into an unholy disaster!!

Having decided that instead of caramel sauce, which couldn't be found for love nor money in our local Tescos, (to be fair we didn't really look that hard, nor ask anyone for help) We decided that melting toffees in a saucepan would do the same job. Well it turns out that no, it is not the same thing, not remotely. The toffee did melt to be fair, but it didn't stay melted for long. So we have a very nice shortbread base, a really yummy cheesey, white chocolatey and in-between these two fabulous (if i do say so myself) layers, is a rock hard slightly burnt toffee layer which may or may not break the teeth of our brave guests. We will just have to wait and see. If the speed at which our secret layer set was anything to go by and the fact that despite being washed with boiling water the pot that we used still smells a bit sweet, our layer may not have been the best idea after all...

The cheese cake has been baked and is now cooling on the side. i don't know whether its supposed to still smell like cheese and sour cream instead of white chocolate...

The next step in our woeful day of cooking is the coq au vin, again we decided the recipe wasn't what we wanted...who needs recipes anyway? sure they're only there as a guide, jeeze I should be a chef.