I have long speculated that a person’s favourite shape of pasta is closely aligned to, and revealing of, personality traits which I propose to explore in this enlightening blog post. So here is it, a penne for my thoughts!
Starting with the most popular of all the pasta shapes, if Fusilli is your favourite pasta, chances are that you are equally as popular! Your taste for spirals and twists indicate a playfulness in your personality which simply does not exist amidst other shapes. Through allowing equal distribution of sauce, Fusilli is also one of the more balanced of the pastas and thus indicating your desire for equilibrium and moderation in day to day life. However, if your balance is compromised and you end up a little overcooked, the Fusilli-lover will inevitably spiral out of control and potentially end up as soggy as a wet sock.
Incidentally the bow-shape is my own reigning champion, although that wont stop me highlighting the frivolity of the bow-lover’s personality. Lets face it, we enjoy frills and getting dressed up in the pearls we spent two pounds on in Primark. Yet, despite a potential streak of vanity in our characters, the chewiness of the pasta’s inside indicates there’s far more than just meets the eye. In fact, it could even be p’a’stulated that our well-groomed outer layer is merely a distraction from an inside that simply needs a little more cooking and a little more love before we can fully flourish. Aw.
It perhaps comes as no surprise that the hollow nature of the Penne shape embodies the intrinsic hollowness of its lover. As a result of this, you often let people in a little too easily which can lead you to spending time with the wrong crowds. The jealousy you hold for your slightly cooler and more fun-loving uncle -the Macaroni- suggests that you’re also almost certainly predishposed to jealousy. The simplicity of Penne reveals that whilst you enjoy the quiet side of life, you are well-liked and particularly cherished by your close family whose love you appreciate most in the world.
Lasagna is undoubtedly the most friendly of the pasta personalities; even your name sparks the comfort and friendliness which your many layers sing to the tune of warmth and tastiness. You are traditional and proud of your moral compass which is as sturdy as an uncooked lasagna sheet. Despite your squared shape, you are deceptively fun and adventurous. However, your reliance on mince and onions to create your dish means that you’re almost certainly a little co-dependant, but that’s nothing a little cheese can’t hide.
Your love of the Shell shape unveils a need for protection and almost certainly aligns to your protective nature. Similarly, your caring nature often coincides with loyalty; you would sooner run out of Parmesan cheese than let a friend down. Although that isn’t to say you’re predictable- sometimes you’re open and sometimes you’re closed- and the Shell relies on its uncertainty to remain the life and soul of the party. In this way you are also the blurred line between extroverted and introverted and you refuse to shell yourself short.
The malleable and flowing shape of spaghetti means that you enjoy a carefree and relaxed existence. Your flexible nature, whilst making you good at compromising and thus relationships in general, means that you are easily taken advantage of. It is most likely due to your carefree attitude which makes you the messiest of all the shapes and as a result you are terrible on first dates.
You’re either attempting to eat this through your nose because you’re two years old or you need to learn to let go.
with thanks to jefurber for his drawings of the more expert-level shapes.
Whilst living on this Earth it has become apparent to me that I have somehow collected a number of peculiar objects that proudly linger amongst my shelves and/or deepest corners of my closed drawers. Here I present a list of just a few of these items!
#1 Failed attempt at ‘wine’
Some will undoubted view this possession as a sheer accomplishment of both a disregard for blackberry juice as well as cleanliness. Yet, residing amongst my most treasured ornaments lies what was -four entire years ago- a refreshing beverage. Now, however, it is a questionable, slightly fluffy, blob at the bottom of a plastic bottle. After four years of hoping it’d turn into something of interest, or at least a sip of wine, I can conclude that nothing extraordinary can be expected from the dregs of a once promising drink. Nevertheless, my sheer attachment to this item has grown so irrevocably over the years that no matter how icky it gets, I cannot seem to part with it!
#2 My leaflet collection
The art of collecting is not, in itself, an exotic nor remotely unusual concept. However, when I was a tiny bit younger (certainly not as young as I would like to admit) I decided that stamps or Beanie Babies just didn’t satisfy my human urges for hoarding. Instead, rather ambitiously, I took to collecting leaflets. Consequently, hidden amongst the depths of the darkest corners of my room, lies a shamefully extravagant box that is filled with not the remnants of what was the height in childhood toys or dolls but, rather, an extravagant array of brochures that probably gave me just as much excitement as those aforementioned toys.
#3 Antique ‘Smarties’
When the devilish tales of artificial colours flocked the news, it wasn’t long before the beloved confectionery ‘Smarties’ fell to this health-conscious pressure and decided to remove its artificial colours. It was 2008 and again, I was very young, and possibly scouting the shops for any new additions to the leaflet stand, when I noticed that there were a number of ‘Smarties’ on the counter that had not yet fallen to the higher food standards and remained as artificial as ever. Thinking I’d stumbled upon a jackpot, I bought a packet believing that they would become an antique within the coming years. What is perhaps most astounding, however, is how I have been able to avoid the temptation to dig into this confectionery for the past 8 years.
Now I’m starting to think that I should convert my room to an out-of-date food and beverage rescue centre where possibly the only thing that needs rescuing is my sanity for I am sure that it is out there somewhere!
If you were lucky on Valentine’s day you may have received a bunch of flowers, some chocolate and perhaps even a sonnet or two. But if you were especially lucky, your lover may have cooked you up a few of these hearty delicacies…
Because nothing says I love you quite like Lidl’s finest novelty encased dead birds!
A friend of mine made the ingenious remark that if Lidl had made them with actual chicken hearts it would have made this gesture even more romantic, although given the questionable quality of the shop and its produce, purchasing actual meat product would be perhaps more of a stroke of luck than anything else.
I actually like this product but not in the way that would have led me fill my freezer with them, rather, I’m fond of their delicious irony. Ultimately, they exhibit a juxtaposition between death and love, i.e. although the nuggets were made with the death of chickens and thereby a very unloving process, their carcasses have been used to represent love nonetheless.
In other words, they are heartlessly formed hearts. (That may or may not contain actual heart!)
And thus my English-wishy-washy mind continues to over-analyse, and seek amusement from, even the most secluded of freezer corners.
… acai berries!
#1 What are they?
Acai berries are fruits of the ‘acai palm’ and are found in areas such as Brazil and Peru. They are small, round and purple and around an inch in circumference.
#2 Why are they useful?
Apart from being rich in antioxidants this fruit’s oils are occasionally found cosmetics and anti-ageing products as they have been found to be much safer than other tropical oils. Their antioxidant levels also don’t diminish when they are stored long term.
#3 Is it all good?
For most people, yes. However if you have pollen allergies it is recommended that you only consume the berry in moderation although all together this berry is likely to be as safe as sound.
This post was inspired by my fellow blogger and boyfriend (www.Flangefeatures.wordpress.com) whose blog, I feel, relies ingeniously upon one’s imagination! 😉
Today a couple of friends and I were just drooling over images of cake in all it’s sweet, sugared glory on Google images.
We were, and had been forever, accustomed to the birthday and wedding cake themes though we were soon introduced to a new, slightly morbid, purpose behind the genius that is eggs, sugar and flour.
A cake to signify the death of love…
…Any excuse for cake…right? O.o
I have concluded, and so rightly, that I am the most impulsive, reckless human being in all humanity!
Why? Earlier this week I had the crazy blast of urge to sign up for the ‘World Challenge’ to Iceland! Signing up six months after everyone else with £1,650 to raise in 8 months. Crazy reckless act numero uno!
Second reckless act- setting up a biscuit stall in my home town’s ‘War Weekend’ today with only one night to bake, make signs, organise a stall and of course look the part! Of course I got Ollie in on the idea and sleeping over at his we took the monstorous task of baking 400 biscuits with nothing less than complete naivity! After buying the shops out of their entire stock of butter we began…
With a single oven, 12 biscuits at a time we slaved for hours and hours! I don’t think I have ever been so physically and emotionally exhausted in my life! I cannot quite explain how draining all the baking was! If Ollie wasn’t there I think I should have cried for hours on the spot!
Nevertheless, after icing and bagging nearly 200 biscuits, half dead, we got a fairly sensible night’s sleep.
Of course baking all the biscuits was only half the adventure! Next we had to sell them.
Getting up ridiculously early we dragged ourselves to set up our stall with struggled enthusiasm. We were so tired and drained we saw no hope for our little stall with a few little signs in front of our two little dressed up characters. We were sort-of ready!
Yet, despite all our setbacks; (we were shattered and neither of us have any experience in selling and Oliver doesn’t even watch the Apprentice) we were able to make a small fortune and I cannot explain how acomplished I feel! Never have I taken on a challege such as this, I was able to sell and actually speak to people!
It feels great! Last night I was so close to giving up, but I didn’t and now I’m so glad we were able to achieve what many would feel like an impossibility from the start.
Yet most cruicially, It feels so great to know I can sleep tonight!
Here I present a list of my favourite, and most life-altering, breakfast cereals of my lifetime! (I say my lifetime as I believe there was a ‘Batman’ cereal produced from 1989-1990, which I’m sure would have kicked every lists ass.)
Despite that this cereal has an unfair reputation of tasting, and I quote ‘like cardboard’, I believe that ‘Weetos’ are a wonderful combination of chocolatelyness and roundness meaning this cereal scrapes in at number five!
4. Weetabix (But the mini chocolate variety!)
Call this a compromise! Whilst most people would put the all-good Weetabix at numero uno, I would rather put it back a little, make it smaller and of course add chocolate! This cereal is almost a great balance of chocolate vs. wheat although in some unfortunate instances one can easily feel betrayed by the over-done wheatyness: leaving the classic dragging behind at number 4.
3. Cookie Crisp
The perfect excuse for eating 100’s of cookies during the course of a single meal! But forgetting the calories and remembering that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Cookie Crisp secures its rightful place at a wholesome number three!
2. Jordan’s Country Crisp
The outright winner of the battle of the ‘Crisps’! Despite the farewell to chocolate, Jordans Country Crisp is wonderfully delicious and, as far as I know, it doesn’t do too much damage to old thighs- a quiet bonus to an overall magnificent creation. If only I could stop at one bowl…
1. Coco Pops
Because in the end, what could be better than a cereal which ‘turns the milk chocolatey’?! Just remember the next time you’re consuming this God of all cereal, you couldn’t be feasting on anything greater.