Cold feet, corn on the cob, tea without milk and not doing homework....

I am sat here typing this wondering whether getting up and braving the freezing cold tiles of the kitchen in order to collect socks or staying here slowly but surely allowing my feet to fall off from cold is the best option. As it stands I am probably just going to stay here with cold feet because my room is too far north (or south, maybe neither...I have no compass) to bother venturing to. Having cold feet is the worst, it makes the rest of you cold :( I have, however, just discovered a working radiator to my right which I have now turned up to full and on which my feet are balanced at perfect foot resting distance and my tootsies (Why are toes nicknamed tootsies? It's such a ridiculous word.) are happily warming themselves with glee :D on with the blog it seems....

As many people who know me know, my food tastes are a little...shall we say, unusual? I dislike any form of meat, generally discarding it as stringy, tasteless, chewy, leaves a nasty aftertaste, fatty...) and absolutely adore ketchup. I would pretty much do anything for a packet of hula-hoops, hell, a single hula hoop, a cup of tea, a cheestring or a corn on the cob. But without a doubt, my favourite food is houmous.

I will confess, houmous is my downfall, my weakness. I absolutely adore the stuff. I have become a bit of a houmous-related legend at my school, as far as dip-related legends go. Every break time, without fail, I whip out my carrot, cucumber, pepper and bread sticks and my tub of houmous. I literally do not feel that one could ever have enough houmous. I could probably start a blog advertising it and find something new to write about everyday. It's versatile, healthy, ridiculously tasty, creamy without being fatty, it goes with everything, have you tried houmous on bread? Its the new peanut-butter! As you have probably gathered, I am addicted in a slightly (perhaps...) worrying way to a dip that I will admit looks quite a lot like baby sick.
My other weird food fetish is tea without milk. At least I am told it is weird. It started when we thought I had a milk allergy (I didn't, that is a whooolle other story.). I am a bit of a self-confessed tea addict, I drink at least 5 cups a day. Rather than giving it up or having it with soya milk (which, lets face it, is revolting) I started having it without milk. OK, so it tastes a bit weirder but I like it :(

I should probably get back to my homework now...

God bless
Love, Anna :)