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Peanut Butter Vegan Ice Cream with Chili-Spiked Chocolate Sauce

Things I discovered, thought about, dreamed of or just realized while I was in Ireland:

1. I thrive on my weblog. This thought goes straight to #1 since I *so* missed blogging…
2. I dream of becoming a chef.
3. The Natural Gourmet cooking school is too fucking expensive and I’ll never be able to afford it. Fuck.
4. I am this close to going vegan. Just give me time…
5. I spend loads of money on books. And when I say loads, I mean loads.
6. I’ve been traveling lots lately: since August I’ve been to Frankfurt, London (3 times), Lyon (twice) and now Ireland. Stockholm coming right up!
7. Eating organic fruits and veggies and whole foods in general makes me happy. Seriously!
8. After all, I am a happy, relaxed, easy-going, optimistic, fun-loving person.
9. I am not afraid anymore, of many things.
10. Unfortunately, I snore a bit.
11. I love the smell of the sea.
12. I missed the gym so much while I was away!! Gotta catch up, but not tonight, I’m too damn tired… (woke up at 4am to catch an early flight)
13. I am overly critical and can’t help it.
14. If I had to define myself and adhere to a subculture, I’d choose punk, punk and punk a million times!
15. My life isn’t so bad at all.
16. I missed my cat tremendously while I was away!! Meow!! Extra cuddles tonight. ^_^
17. I want to dye my hair red.
18. I’d love to work abroad, but I don’t know where or how. Any offers??
19. Apparently, I don’t look my age. People keep telling me so I’m starting to believe it.
20. Apparently, I don’t look Italian enough to prevent my fellow citizens from gossiping about me to my face and in my own language. Hello weirdos, I am Italian too! -_-
21. I like talking to strangers, I find it quite refreshing.
22. Seafood chowder is YUMMY!
23. I have weird dreams.

Be careful what you wish for – you might get it.

“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”

— Renton (da Trainspotting)