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Not just for the kitchen


You're so hot and cold....

Written by Sarah Zaslona

So I am. 
I'm not ashamed. 
And i'll tell you why.

Let me ease you in gently and begin with a dear favourite of mine.  

The irresistibly warm, denseness of a  brownie with a blanket of cold, clotted cream-flavoured ice cream sitting proudly on top. It's pearly fingers moving downwards, caressing it's rectangular form. 

Or perhaps the choice of a stodgy splodge of soft, cheesy lasagne with a side of cool, crisp salad leaves.  No chips needed thanks, you'll tip the balance and the magic will be gone.  

But here comes a confession...  
Which I don't mind confiding in you as I'm feeling the trust has been built between us.  

Put the judgements aside for a moment

I admit to having taken things a step further with a change of scenery for this one.  
And i may have taken this a step too far. 

I've broken down the food boundary wall and eaten an ice lolly while I've submerged myself in a hot, pungent, floral bubble bath. Come on, I can't be the only person on this earth who has tried this?

Not all questions get answered

Hot and cold food plated together has always hit the mark with me.  I have occasionally wondered about the need to do this.
Maybe it's simply that I just like it?  

No psychology needed here. No referral from a doctor, or family intervention, or delving into my childhood eating habits. 

An obsession too far?

The same connection can be found in my relationship history.  The same predictable behaviour of a spouse can be seen as a beautiful comfort of safety, but also a snore bore. 

Ever said or done something just to observe how your significant other will react? It can't be just me (I say with a little hope). 

I feel this fixation of 'hot and cold' has found itself into a more respectably safe environment where no one's feelings can get hurt.  

And that's where food can come in handy.  The perfect safe place where you can throw in an array of different emotions together through your ingredient choices and everyone's a winner. 

So no silent treatment from me here.  
Unless of course, you've used a jar.  
But we'll save those judgemental opinions for another post.

So go try. Open your fridge, and get experimenting.  Unleash that beast!  And you'll soon, in no time at all, have created your own favourites.  Feel free to share these with me and keep that momentum going.




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