A Marabou moment!

I am a self confessed chocolate addict and sometimes my cravings get the better of me!

If there is chocolate laid about you can be sure it won’t be there for long, in the past I have taken it upon myself to knock it on the head and go cold turkey and I did go 6 months with zero chocolate, a proud time for me, I have great will power when quitting but not for when it’s right under my nose.

Last night I had an embarrassing moment, I had a Marabou moment, it started a few days ago, I went into the kitchens food cupboard and there it was, a roll of marabou chocolate, I did resist temptation for a while until the day my fiancé and her mother went to get there nails fixed.

It was a dark day where chocolate was concerned, there was none apart from this delicious roll of marabou chocolate just laid there enticing me with its seductive whisper, I was caring for my son this day and it was a long day, I was tired and craving some comfort from my brown delicious friend.

I carefully unwrapped the paper from around the marabou, something inside me knew it was wrong but it was too late, by this time my pupils growing larger and my tongue getting wetter, I indulged.

Anyway it was short lived and by yesterday I had totally forgotten about it until Daniela’s mother opened the cupboard and forwarding her aggression to her daughter she basically said “where da FCUK is my marabou chocolate roll?” obviously I didn’t understand what was been said until Daniela translated this to me!

At first I didn’t understand what she meant, she asked “have you seen a chocolate roll?” I replied “chocolate roll? No!” eventually I remembered and confessed, my Marabou moment turned out to be an embarrassing, shameful moment, and I won’t lie I felt pretty shit for the remainder of that night.

Don’t think I can ever have a marabou moment ever again!


A night at the movies!

Yesterday was a break a breather a time to remember what it feels like to have zero responsibilities, yes that’s right, it was movie night! It was our 2nd night away from our little terror Oliver so we (my fiancé and I) decided to goto the cinema to see the new movie Looper.

It was my first time going to a Swedish cinema, movies are one of my greatest enjoyments in life so it was exciting to be able to see them on the big screen again!

The movie was full of people, not many seats left, something I’m not used to coming from such a small city (Kingston Upon Hull), It does set more of mood with the movie to be able to share that moment with complete strangers and embrace there energy and feel there laughter.

It was a pleasant evening, laid back with nothing to stress, although we can’t deny we missed the baby hoping he missed us back, I’m sure he did, we hope!

And for reference the movie (Looper) was awesome, I recommend to any sci-fi fan out there!


Chilli runt!

All my life I have been a chilli lover and have loved to eat spicy food from all different cultures, 2 days ago I was given a Habanero chilli to add raw to my chicken and BBQ sauce but I decided to give it a miss due to the thumping headache I had while waiting for dinner.

Yesterday we ordered a pizza, I ordered a Mexican pizza with the Habanero chilli in mind, my fiancé kindly chopped the chilli for me, so as I add the Hebanero and take a bite from the pizza, disappointed is an understatement, it was a dud, a weak chilli, it’s brothers and sisters should be ashamed to have including it in the Habanero family, the end!


British food please!

Oh how I miss good old British food, you just can’t beat a Good roast with Yorkshire puddings on a Sunday evening covered with some warm seductive gravy, mmm mm!

Unfortunately I don’t even have the local fish and chip shop to make up for the lack of of Yorkie pudds and pork sausages, basically most things I’m used to in England are not available here.

But the other week I was lucky enough to have a taste of home, some good old Heinz beans the special edition version with spicy meatballs – my favourite! Served with toast and an episode of Coronation street my homesickness was lifted for the day and the beans and toast was a nice change to the usual potato, fish chunks and egg sauce.

Original Heinz beans are actually sold here in Swedish stores but for the more British confectionary there is a English shop here in Gothenburg located at Plantagegatan, so I am extremely lucky if the sickness gets too bad it’s a good place to buy some comfort food to get me through the dark days.