Month: April 2015

Coconut Chocolate Macaroons + How to stress-less

I have this in store for you today! Coco-nutty Macaroons dipped in velvety chocolate sauce. topped with crunchy pistachios.  It’s currently exam prep month for me. and also for everyone else around me. So the energy is quite intense. Whenever I walk into the library, I can feel everyone peering into their textbooks or laptops. Whenever someone makes a noise (crunching on some crisps, or get an unexpected phone call), everyone turns and give them the death stare. It’s seriously scary. I find some people heavily highlighting the journals that we should have read (but did not) during the term time. The academic journals have a colourful mesh of rainbow on it now. At least it doesn’t look as boring as it did before 🙂 Others are drawing funny looking diagrams in sticky notes and pasting their textbooks, files, folders, bags, coffee cups (even jackets) with it. I often hear groups of people gathered around a laptop trying to decipher or debating what Asquared +Q x Z(to the power of 3) – 1080 means. It …

I started a bloglovin’ account! :)

Hey guys! I just opened up a Bloglovin’ account! 🙂 I’m just posting the code below to claim my blog and open up the account. <a href=”http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/13975951/?claim=6q4td9x3kru”>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a> Hope to see you and connect with you on BlogLovin’ Much love, Gaby  

Popcorn Almond Butter Chocolate Granola Bars + Perfectionism

So… today I want to talk about something that I have been struggling with for the past 10 years or so. It’s something that has considerably dialed down over the past couple of years as I recovered from my eating disorder and workaholic tendencies (another post to reflect and talk about on its own, perhaps in the near future). However, I still do struggle with it from time to time and it resurfaced when I was making these Popcorn Almond Butter Chocolate Granola Bars.   If there was such a thing called Perfectionists Anonymous, I think I would be a member in it. Perfectionism. The word itself is daunting. I remember heavily how I used to slave over it. Just for the sake of attaining the ‘perfect’ something. If there was really such a thing. I have come to learn that it doesn’t exist. and that’s really comforting. There was this one time in high school, when I was making this colored pencil art work. I spent maybe around 3 hours coloring, and fixing this …