Houmous-aholics Anonymous

I think it is now quite obvious that Edinburgh is in love with houmous. Been on it for 3 years now and need one tub a day to be satisfied and feel like the day is complete. How many packages of houmous does an average shop sell every day? I wonder. If only it was possible to develop the perfect recipe and open a specialist houmous shop? Oh, the profit!

 I am also completely convinced that they put some sort of addictive substance in their kind, because anywhere else I’ve tried houmous it just ain't the same! Anyone know of a place that has amazingly delicious houmous?! Please comment.

Also, as much as I would like the other kinds of houmous, like caramelized onion or red pepper, I just don’t believe they can beat the original one.

For example, has anyone tried the co-operative houmous with pesto?!

BIG DISAPPOINTMENT. Their pesto tastes like chemicals, almost brought tears to my eyes. So much potential totally wasted.

Here are some of the best ways to have houmous:

Toast with ham

In a toasted pita bread

In a toasted pita bread with any sort of salad, some veggies and salami

With any sort of crisps (personal favourite would probably be sensations thai sweet chilli)

Crackers

Bread sticks

Just licking it off your finger does it for me as well

What’s your favourite?

Houmous addict # 327523 DQ x

Who are you listening to at the moment?

 My turn. 

 

Music is very important to me. It’s what I’m really, hugely and totally into. I love meeting people who are likeminded; however, I do have some issues which I will explain here. I am all for people who’re passionate about music, people who adore bands and solo artists so much so that they’ll travel the world to see them - I love that. I think that’s really great. I do not, however, appreciate people who judge others on their lack of knowledge in certain genres of music, or who think because they have garishly large headphones around their neck that it constitutes for sincere music appreciation. When I see people walking around Edinburgh with the previously mentioned headphones it really agitates me. They aren’t an accessory. Surely the whole concept of having them is to listen to music, and NOT wear them AS A NECKLACE?!  Am I missing something?

Another thing that bugs me, and yes I am very aware this is turning into a rant, are the people who only listen to chart music. How can anyone truly consider themselves a lover of music if all they ever listen to is stuff in the recent charts? That’s like saying you adore travelling but only around Scotland.

There is nothing I like and admire more than someone who tells me they love music, and in replying to “What sort of stuff are you into?” they give me a spectrum from the Back Street Boys to Beethoven. That to me shows true appreciation and I will respect you for that. I don’t even care if someone tells me they think my favourite band or singer is crap – as long as they justify why and don’t think of me as less of a person then that’s fine. Just don’t stand there in your skinny jeans, checked shirt and hi-tops and look disapprovingly at me when I don’t know which album by the Foo Fighter’s I like best or agree that Kings Of Leon have “sold out”.

Music is something to listen to, do, follow and talk about. It’s not something, in my opinion, that should categorise who you are.  The friends you have and the clothes you wear shouldn’t really be defined by the music you listen to, right? Of course, the places you go partying should have some relevance to the music you like but then again, how important is it? If you meet a guy who plays lead guitar in a band do you immediately stereotype him? I’m asking all these questions and I don’t know if I am able to answer them without looking biased or potentially hypocritical so I’ll stop now.

But seriously, sort out the headphones.


Peace,


LB x

Bless me with a text

Why is it that modern relationships have become based on the tactics of texting and facebooking?

Who should add who first? And once that’s done, who says ‘hi’ first? Will it be you because you added them first, so you must also make the first step in establishing this new line of communication with this ‘unknown’ person? At the same time, how ‘unknown’ can this person be? Once we’ve added them we can creep the shit out of their profile in an attempt to figure out what they’re like, where they study/work, where they recently got stupidly drunk, where they regularly get drunk (so we can coincidently ‘bump’ into them), stalk any girl/guy who has recently posted on their wall or make regular appearances in their tagged photos and by the end find yourself looking through your own profile for the 4^th time in order to check how your profile looks to them. Ridiculous yes, but everyone does it!

Once, a few random wall posts and/or messages have been exchanged, the next step in the relationship can take place if it already hasn’t. The exchange of phone numbers. Ooooh…getting serious! Now, the mind fucking texting may commence!

Who sends the first witty text?! One x or two xx’s? Play hard to get or be available? Text back right away or later and pretend I’m doing something super cool and fun. The worst of all comes when he doesn’t text back (here male since females tend to over think and overreact more in these situations)! What happened? Did my well thought out text not impress him? Is he texting some other bitch? OMG! Why hasn’t he sent any texts today? Has he already forgotten about me? Am I too boring? We then proceed to check their facebook profile to see what our victim has been up to in order to verify facts. The stress involved in this process may be unbearable. I know this from my own experience as well as from watching friends suffering. First, it’s hidden by the ‘I-don’t-care-I’m-too-busy-anyway’ attitude, then the long-lasting debate ‘Should I send another text, maybe the previous one wasn’t reply worthy’, after that the ‘He-is-a-dick-head-but-I-need-that-text-back’ and the ‘should’ve never texted him in the first place’. It shouldn’t be like this! Let’s think about it. How fucking stupid is it to think about one text for any more than 10 minutes, sometimes even a day?!

Ok, so they finally text back. Brilliant. Heart is fluttering and palms sweating in preparation for another reply. This goes on, flirting is on the go and hopefully a meeting is arranged. After that, we wait to see if they text a few minutes after saying bye…because if they do, it means they’re thinking about us! YAY! If not, we go to bed praying they bless us with a text the following day......

Depending on the situation, these technological mind games may go on for a long time. Texting, flirting, occasionally meeting up, facebook creeping to check if they’re really that ‘busy’ or if they’ve made plans with other people and ultimately hoping for 10 x’s and heartwarming messages.  How did people flirt in the early 20^th century?! No facebook creeping?! WEIRD times. Sometimes, I really wish I didn’t have facebook and just didn’t know how to text. Could potentially make love life a lot easier and simpler.


Love,
DQ xx