Recipes #3 Tomato Herbs Butter

I remember when my mum first made this butter. I’m pretty sure I ate almost all of it in one go. And I don’t even like tomatoes!
You know when you sit and watch a film and would kind of like some garlic bread, but cant be arsed to go out to the stores to buy some, only to put it in the oven for half an hour and get some piping hot baguette with random smudges of garlic in it? By the time that’s done, the film’s done too! 
What I’m going to show you now is really god damn easy to make. And it’s soooo tasty! Just take 5 minutes off before the film and mix this up so that at anytime you want, you can smudge this onto a piece of bread and devour with joy!

Yes, you need some stuff you might not have right now, but if you make a bowl of it, you can use it for ages and it’ll just taste better and better! No need for fancy oven tricks! No need for any heat actually!  Just a fork and a cereal bowl. And some other stuff of course. Continue reading


Recipes #2 The most chocolaty Brownies you will ever make!

Best-ever brownies

This recipe is ‘officially’ from the BBC Good Food website but I decided to transcribe it for you so that you too can make it. Here’s the link to the original recipe.

So, I made these Brownies first after I already spent 5 hours in the kitchen to make a chicken pie I will surely include in this blog! I shouldn’t have taken 5 hours but I enjoy spending a long time on food so I just stretched the time I could be in there as much as I could without the men complaining about their hunger and such.

But, in all seriousness, these brownies are amazing. Mine turned out very very gooey, like chocolate fudge cake, but gooeyer. I can’t even explain how chocolaty it is. Pour some cream over it, add some fresh fruit and I’m pretty sure that if you’d present it to that guy who decides who goes in to heaven and who doesn’t, he’d let you in, no matter how big a sinner you are!

These brownies aren’t food, they are an experience, something you will appreciate, something you will tell your grandchildren about. But they won’t believe you, so just refer them to here and I’ll tell them what to do, just like I will tell you!

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Recipes #1 Divine Apple Pie

So yes, this is my first attempt to help you guys colour in your diet in an unhealthy, easy and sinfully satisfying way. The recipe I’m using for this is the simpelest thing ever. And I actually mean it. I know that a lot of food blogs out there always claim for things to be ‘the easiest thing ever‘ but then they go on about how you should fold in your rainbow dust with the super expensive dough mixture in a perfect figure 8 motion because you do not want to beat out any life or something. I mean, sure they’re probably right, and much better at making nice things than me but reading those things stresses me out. So none of that, alright? You’re going to ‘throw things in’, ‘mix it up good’ and most of all ‘taste’ your food (especially with cakes and stuff).

It’s going to be good.

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People Studies

The last 2 weeks have been a little hectic, as I’m sure I mentioned in the other posts. With moving, starting to work full-time while also receiving a lot of guests including my best friend and her boyfriend for a week, I’m enjoying my first day off today. Well, not really because around noon, some of my other future flatmates are moving in as well which means a lot of cleaning and tidying up to do before they arrive. I dreamt I had 2 cats who did all the cleaning… I wish it were true.

Anyway, rather than just keeping up the diary of a young housewife, I thought I’d tell you a little about my job, and how it’s all going! I’ve met some colourful characters, I’ve met some very VERY rude people, but I’ll tell you all in good time. Continue reading

Does it Hurt?

So, I’m all settled in my new flat, we have internet (thank god) and I’m alone. Dan’s just left for work. What to do?

I had a look around the living room and saw in the far corner my guitar, all alone, unplayed for many a day.  I’m not the best player I know, not in the nearest! I can play a few chords, a few songs, got a good memory, that’s all. Dan has been telling me to write my own songs. I think if it were that easy, anybody would have “best of” albums but they don’t… I’ve written a song before. Well, I assembled the chords while Jamie, one of my future flatmates, plagiarized some words that rhymed and put them into order. The end result was decent I believe. Who knows, maybe I’ll add a little sound-clip to this blog (if my laptop can handle it?)

In Bed, In Dressing Gown, Playing Guitar

Anyway, so Dan was telling me to come up with my own songs rather than repeating the work of others, and so I tried. I came up with a chord progression and a melody to sing. I am not a poet, I cannot think of lyrics. All I can do is occasionally, while humming the melody, throw in a random word which sounds right but makes no sense in context with any other word tossed around.

So the chords I have for the chorus is C#m7, B, A (B and A up on the 7th and 5th fret) and the verses I think will be variations on E so E, E6sus2sus4, EM7, E6sus2sus4, E .

Now, that may not mean much to you, reading it like that but there’s lots of sites to look them up with. I’m sure I had a player once, but I can’t seem to save and share chord sequences from it. However, if you’re interested in finding out what it sounds like, have a look at these two sites: Chordbook and Guitar Habits

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The Lost Bag of Crisps

I’m going to move house on the 9th of August, and it has caused me to ponder over the last couple months a bit. I’ve moved house before, quite a lot actually, but this time it’s on my own and it’s for the next year. I’ll be living with 4 boys, each of which have their own qualities and virtues, and I’m genuinly excitied about how it’s all going to go. I’m a little bit scared too; scared they’ll name me lady of the house and let me do all the house work (no way- I’m quite shit at that) or that, because I’m the only girl there AND I got together with one of them ( ie Dan) they’ll see me as less of an occupant and more of an accesoire. But those are bad case scenarios.

But as I said, it has caused me to reflect upon the last 2 months I’ve been living with Dan in his aunts/dads/whatever house. Continue reading

The (long) route to Lomography

So apparently my brain thought “Hey, Eva doesn’t have any money or income yet…why not go spend the last of what she has on something completely unnecessary but expensive?”

I will explain

Yesterday, as most other days, I didn’t really want to get up. So after rolling around for a while, watching a couple episodes of House and general ‘waking-Dan-up-gently-but-annoyingly’ behaviour I decided it was actually getting annoying and that I should get up. Also because he has to study for his exam, but I am selfish so that is of no importance. 😛

Anyway, I thought that I might aswell make my promises come true, so I tidied up my face, grabbed a couple old CV’s, changed the contact number to Dan’s one (by pen, ueberprofessionally of course) and headed into town. It was a beautiful day, and I was confident something good was going to come my way. You should know what a sunny Edinburgh can do to your mood! Continue reading

CV’s and Scotland

It’s been a while again since I last wrote here. Infact, one might say it’s been almost a full month. It’s been a full month indeed, what with first the motor travels through Scotland, and then my grandmother’s birthday and going home to do laundry in between. I also forgot my phone at a friend in Inverness, which is very VERY inconvenient.

Have you ever tried applying for jobs without the following

  1. A contact phone number
  2. The Internet
  3. A correct home address
  4. A printed CV
Living the way I have in the last couple weeks has made me realize how vital technology is to us nowadays. My mum used to tell me about the time there were no mobile phones. If she had gone to the store and was a little late to pick me up from school, big deal. I’d wait until she arrived. Now, I think I’d panic if my bus was late and I’d go see a friend without being able to tell them about my delay. It’s pretty pathetic really. As if the entire world wouldn’t know what to do without a note from me every second of every day.  Continue reading

Birthday Bazoonga part II

So, I have reached the end of the birthday bazoonga that has been keeping me buzy for the last couple of days. I must admit I was stressing quite a lot, which is usually not what I do. In the end, I think it was definitely worth it.

As I wrote in Birthday Bazoonga part I, my fathers plans for my mothers birthday were somewhat elaborate, especially if you’d consider my mothers preference for quiet get-togethers.

the apple pie

I think I’ll start around mid-day of my mothers birthday. I had made an apple-pie which is about the only pie I remember the recipe of by heart. My father arrived about 15 minutes after it came out of the oven, smelling all delicious and apple-pie-y. He ‘stealthily’ had exchanged his normal 3 door Renault Lagoona for a 7 seater Espace with the excuse that it was ‘more comfortable’. He got away with it partially because he brought a bouquet of 50 roses but also partially because my mother is quite a naive woman (in the best possible way).

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It is my mothers birthday tomorrow. That is a vital fact for this post. It is my mothers 50th birthday and my father would do anythingto make her happy. He is possibly the sweetest, yet least predicitive and well organized man, I have ever known, but my mother deserves every bit of his loving attention. Therefore, I would like to keep them both happy.

My Father

Now, since I have moved out of this household, some things have changed, for me that is. No matter how much I love and appreciate them, I can never spend too much time in this house.  I am no longer used to having someone telling me what and what not to do. I am not familiar with having ‘relatives’ around me at all times who can say whatever they feel like, without any real consequences. If I want to lay in bed until 14h in Edinburgh on a day I have nothing to do, it is not only accepted, it is encouraged. If i want to scratch a rash on my arm, I can do it without anyone telling me to go to the doctors. (From all the visits he’s sent me on I could supply a hospital with Cortisone)

But it is not like I’m not used to any responsibilities.

God no, I live with 4 boys!

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