Despite my attempt at maintaining a presence across social media and my blog, this past tumultuous month has induced an unpremeditated interlude in my blog activity. Although I have uploaded the occasional photo, alongside a futile attempt at an article that often consisted of a short paragraph followed by an abrupt recipe, I have found it difficult to find the time to dedicate to writing something meaningful and from the heart. I suppose I didn’t want to write for the sake of writing, but because I had the time, energy, and most importantly, I had something significant enough to say.
The sense of achievement when you graduate university is immense; after years and years of endless essay-writing, excruciatingly boring reading lists, sleepless all-nighters revising robotically and systematically, and worst of all, enduring group work at university, maintaining your demeanour after a big night out, resisting the urge to vomit all over your 9am lecturer, you enter the adult world. FINALLY- you can make your own decisions, you don’t have to answer to your parents, you can work and pay your way through life, because, that’s right, you’re an adult! You can finally work and make shit loads of money, pay for the most luxurious holidays where you spend your days lounging by the sea being fed grapes, and by nightfall, you will take delight in your champagne showers.
Now, let’s see, according to my calculations, after rent, food, the occasional visit to the cinema, the tube, and lest we forget my extravagant holiday… I will have savings of around…… wait….. hold on…. that’s not right… it can’t be… how did I get to the minus numbers? There must have been some sort of mistake…
Turns out, adult life isn’t all I thought it would be. At first, I revelled in the sense of independence, but soon, I realised I had no clean underwear left, the sticky spills of last nights dinner hadn’t miraculously disappeared by morning, and the moulding, blackened cheese hadn’t thrown itself out. And to top it all off, suddenly, I had mounds of bills, and endless expenses- I mean, WHAT THE HELL IS A TV LICENSE?! AND WHY DOES IT COST SO MUCH!
So, that’s when I decided that everyone depends on, and needs an escape; a channel of creative liberation, to express yourself and be yourself without any psychological restraints, pressures or expectations. While some resort to sports, or golf (I have recently become a golf widow- a moment of silence to mourn……..), I resort to cooking- not always healthy, but always the foods I want to eat.
And so, here is one of the healthier dishes I’ve made as of late!
my Raw Vegetable Asian Salad
2 tbsp rice wine vinegar
juice of 1 lime
1 crushed garlic clove
1/2 thumb size ginger, grated
2 tsp honey
2 tbsp sesame oil
2 tsp coconut jam (I use the jam from Coconut Merchant!)
for the salad:
1/2 small sweet potato, washed and sliced into 1/2-1 cm pieces with skin on
1/2 cup coconut milk
approx. 3 handfuls broccolini, washed
1/2 cooked edamame beans
5-6 cm piece of cucumber, sliced
Prepare the marinade by mixing all ingredients together, making sure everything is evenly distributed. Place the broccolini, cucumber and edamame in a bowl, and pour over the marinade. Allow the mixture to rest in the marinade for at least half an hour.
Meanwhile, place the slices of sweet potato in a non-stick pan, and pour in the coconut milk. Season with salt and heat on a medium heat. Cook for 10 minutes, or until the potato is cooked and the coconut milk has completely evaporated (flip the slices half-way). If the potatoes are not cooked and the coconut milk has evaporated, add a little more of the coconut milk.
Add some optional pine nuts at the end, and top the raw vegetables with the sweet potato, and tuck in!