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vegan “pulled pork”

I think I should preface with the fact that I’ve never had pulled pork. I have, however, always been a fan of the Mary-Kate and Ashley movie “It Takes Two” and liked the look of the Sloppy Joes that Amanda ate. (Note: I just googled what a Sloppy Joe is and am disappointed that they look nowhere near as good as what I made.) I heard so much about making “pulled pork” with jackfruit, but I’ve never had a chance to find it, so I tried making it with some food I had at home.

To put it simply, it was fan-heckin-tastic!

You will need:

  • Half a carrot
  • 1 potato
  • Quarter of an onion
  • Salt
  • Ground black pepper
  • Spray oil

And for the sauce:

  • Barbecue sauce
  • Apple cider vinegar
  • Mexican chilli powder

First, preheat the oven to 200C
Grate the potato and carrot and dice the onion.
In a baking tray with parchment paper, spread out the vegetables, spray them with a bit of oil, then sprinkle on a bit of salt and pepper. Mix it through with your hands and spread it out on the tray.
Cover it with Alfoil then put it in the oven for 20-ish minutes, taking it out every 10 minutes to shake.
While that’s cooking, mix up the sauce in a saucepan. I eyeballed the barbecue sauce and Mexican chilli powder, and added a teaspoon of the vinegar.
Heat the sauce for about 10 minutes and stir consistently, then take off the heat.
When the vegetables are ready, put the sauce back on the heat and mix them through in the saucepan for about 10 minutes.
Once ready, serve it however you wish. I had it on a sandwich with lettuce.

Not the prettiest, but delicious.

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Maddy xxx

lake adventures

Recently, my depression and anxiety has been at its worst; I’ve struggled to not feel like death and didn’t leave the house in ages. On this day (19/6), instead, I decided to get the cleaning stuff done early, have lunch at about 11am, then tied my hair in a bun, laced up my sneakers and went for a walk. Geographically, I knew there was a lake nearby, but (even though I’ve lived here for three months) I didn’t really know how to get there.

So I just wandered.

From the road I was on, I spotted a playground at the end of a lane-way and, behind that, the lake. My already comparably better mood vamped up even higher. I felt a natural smile and I even giggled a bit as I swung on the swingset and admired the lake.

After a while, I finally coaxed myself off the swing and went exploring, met some ducks, pelicans, seagulls, cockatoos and ibises, and v e r y carefully walked along a jetty. It was at that point, watching the seaweed sway in the water and listening to the birds squawk as they flew around me, where the tears started. Genuine happiness is a strange thing to deal with when your mind and body are against you, when your brain believes you’re constantly in danger.

Just that moment of realisation: I’m happy.

It’s a shock to the system. Even though you’ve experienced it lots in the past, it’s like you’ve been handed this screaming, flailing thing and you’re completely clueless as to what to do with it.

But I embraced it.

I let the tears flow and streak across my face in the wind, laughed at the small and pitiful tweet of a baby seagull trying to join in with the squawking adults, and relished in my happiness, in all its weirdness and beauty.

 

 

Maddy xxx

 

high school nostalgia

 

 

I never ever thought that I’d say this, but I miss high school. Or, at the very least, I’m developing a sense of nostalgic longing and thinking about the rose-tinted memories of my teenage years. Even though I’m highly introverted, I miss the presence of people I am close to on an almost daily basis. I miss when spending a fortnight without seeing my friends was one of the hardest things to deal with. I miss becoming fluent in foreign languages and dreaming of exploring the world.

When I’d get into deep depressive spells where I wanted to claw my skin off, I knew that the loneliness would only last until 8am (at the latest) the following day. I never got close to isolating as much as I do now.

I know that the people I’ve kept in my life are those most important to me, but I miss the others who looked out for me. I miss that feeling of a misfit family.

 

 

Maddy xxx

booktalk: the green mile

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My favourite stories often happen to be the saddest.

I am a complete crybaby and scare easily, so The Green Mile is the only Stephen King novel I’ll probably ever read. It is told from the perspective of a man who works at the state penitentiary, and follows the lives of his colleagues and the inmates, including Mr. Jingles, an incredibly talented mouse, and John Coffey, a 6’8 man who has been charged with sexual assault and murder, but has a life-changing gift.

I’ve read this three times, having read it for the first time early last year, and I always forget how it moves me. The characters disgust me more than Dolores Umbridge, make me laugh aloud, and make me want to treat the world with so much love and kindness.

I give this a 99% rating.

 

 

Maddy xxx