The big match #1
Ahoy there me hearties!
Although my foot has not yet returned to its former high-functioning glory and Homerton Hospital has viciously banned me from running or wearing high heels until mid-February, I am out of the boot, and able to walk and carry my own shopping. Life has returned to normality… or had.
I now find myself sitting on my best friend’s bed wearing a skintight double-denim ensemble with a backcombed La Roux quiff and pink lipstick smeared over my eyelids.
Guardian Girl is back.
I hate rollmops (I know this without ever having to eat them) and it was Liv’s 30th today so pickling herring was, as ever, far from my mind. I bought an orange, a tub of ready-rolled mops straight out of hell, some bread, some soured cream and some cider. It’s not very River Cottage but then what really is, other than the River Cottage?
Conclusions:
• I have managed to get my consumerist mitts on an iPhone at long last, but I’m still getting the hang of it. Expect general confusion for a fair while, plus late additions of captions, weblinks and italics.
• People really seemed to like the La Roux effect in the end. I’m surprised and a bit pleased.
• There’s never an excuse for herring.
Lean on me
But not too hard, as this pose is slightly precarious and my core stability is not what it once was
Cider vinegar and orange rollmops
Far too much cider (not pictured), an orange and some rollmops
I've always found it funny when people write letters to the Guardian's Weekend magazine complaining that the recipe ingredients are too middle class and the fashion only looks good on thin people. After all, it's just a magazine. Or is it? I decided to follow its recipes, fashion and lifestyle advice as closely as possible, to see if the aspirations promoted therein can really be achieved by the average reader who is not especially wealthy, not necessarily model thin and is obliged to work regular office hours. This blog has no affiliation whatsoever with the Guardian but I link to the Weekend magazine website for the purposes of illustration. 
Guardian Girl 
Great to see you back! I have missed your enterprising (and entertaining) posts.
Yesteday I cooked scrambled eggs with laver (Welsh seaweed). The laver came in a tin, and looked disgusting. I was making this dish following a request by my mother -in-law.
It looked disgusting in the saucepan and not much better on the plate.
My son is home from his normal abode in Plzen and he had one bite and said ‘Yummy’
Wonderful Husband than had one bit and asked son ‘Do you really like it?’ Son said he did, so WH scraped the contents of his plate onto son’s plate.
M in L said she liked hers , but I noticed she piled some blue cheese onto her plate and ate it with the seaweed eggs.
I would have preferred rollmops. And normally I can’t see a reason for them.