1. Magnum bars: I know they’ve been around awhile. I bought them for the first time this summer. Best eaten late at night, on a 90 degree day, when you’ve sweated like a sumo wrestler in spandex doing yard work all day, and when everyone else is in bed. Just You. And silky, cold vanilla ice cream sheathed in a luxuriously thick chocolate shell – all stuck on a stick. Just close your eyes, take a bite and enjoy. It also shares a name with a condom. Which is funny. And begs the question – which came first? The condom or the bar.
2. Jamie Oliver’s FoodTube A collection of interesting people making good food. Loads of inspiration for your kitchen table. Some feature handsome men with accents. Bonus! A few of my favourites:
- River Cottage
- French Guy Cooking
- The Chiappa Sisters
- Felicitas Pizarro
- Food Busker
- Cupcake Jemma
- Gennaro Contaldo
3. doTERRA Essential Oils: I’m slightly obsessed. I started using essential oils to help me sleep. Because me and sleep – we have a rocky relationship. My brain has no off switch. Even when my body is done for the day, my brain just goes and goes and goes. A little essential oil love at bed time – sleep like a bay-bee. 7 hours. Solid. My brain has been turned down to a whisper. I’ve also found an oil combo for to soothe me through a stressful day and one to pick me when my energy is flagging. Essential oils are slowly becoming the only things in my medicine cabinet. And I smell like a Mother Earth Love Goddess.
4. The Skimm: One email a day. Brief summaries of what’s happening in the world. Straight to the point and with a little edge. It’s free and it’s easy. Just sign up and you get a the national and world news straight to your inbox bright and early in the morning. I started a conversation about Argentina defaulting on its national debt last night at dinner. Who’s a smarty pants now?
5. What the F**k Should I Make For Dinner: Because it’s f**king annoying when you get asked that over and over again as if you’re the only f**king person in the f**king house with working arms and the ability to open the f**king fridge and identify f**king edible food because you’re like Martha f**king Stewart. Well – here ya go. Now you have a f**king awesome answer.
