My eye twitch climaxed last week. (I just watched Black Swan and have lesbian sex and self mutilation on my brain). I'd thought it was a work-related stress thing, but given it went berserk on my day off, perusing flower shops on the north side, I suspect it's more serious than i thought. Don thinks I should get a dose of botox, but dad says i might be stuck with a droopy eye for the wedding (Dad also says we could just Photoshop all photos of me). He suggested acupuncture as an alternative. Quite frankly, neither option is particularly appealing. I thought cooking like a crazy Ottolenghi mo-fo would at least distract me for a bit.
Carrot, apple and pecan muffins (p.212)
Fennel and feta with pomegranate seeds and sumac (p.17)
Radish and broad bean salad (p.16)
Courgette-wrapped lam kebabs (p.108)
