Marjolein Robertson

Yesterday, maybe it's because I was really hungry, but I got off the tube and I don't remember my walk home.

And I always like to walk home this nice way through some trees.

And I know I walked that way because I followed a man into the trees.

Again, I wonder if he's scared of me and like spiders.

But then all of a sudden I'm already like at the street of my house.

So I don't remember walking through the trees last night and I normally do.

Just glugging it down and huffing lighter fluid.

Delicious.

Yes.

I did that thing when I bought things I liked.

But before I bought them, while I was holding the basket, I googled a menu that includes those ingredients.

I knew I wanted spinach, I knew I wanted chicken, I knew I wanted tomatoes, and then I googled if you can combine that into a meal.

And it was called Marry Me Chicken?

And I was like, seems about right.

So I bought those things.

And I also bought some milk.

I had to go back to the church.

Sanctuary.

How embarrassed are the chickens when they suit up to see the bride come in, but then they laid an egg?

The thing that bothers me is all these recipes are often like, and the simple ingredient you always have in your fridge of double cream.