Tuesdays

Budget happiness for beginners. 

I love food. It seems like a blunt and fairly odd opening statement, but when you feel as passionately as I do about anything edible, it's the only words necessary. Simple, plain and clear. I just love food. My sister is a fellow food lover, and when staying at her place we find ourselves indulging in anything and everything.  This is usually the stage we find our issue- were both skint. I work part time in a cafe, earing myself a sweet £3.72 an hour and so it comes as no surprise that minimum wage doesn't quite cover the costs of caviar and prosseco every night- it barely covers a nandos. My sister, with a new flat to furnish and pay for, doesn't find herself in the economic situation allowing her to pay for this either. What to do in times of such woe?? The answer is simple. ALDI.

How can such a simple word be so pleasing? How can four letters bring such joy? Why do I feel so overwhelmed with happiness that I am close to tears when I hear that one syllable? This may seem a tad extreme, but I don't joke when it comes to aldi. *insert badass explosion in the background and I walk away from it with sunglasses on like some really cool action film with like Bruce Willis in it and I'm like holding a gun and it looks so badass*

Anyways, to get back on topic. Food. We wanted food. We wanted tasty food, anything less than this will not suffice. For us, there was only one option- we had to venture out into the cold North-eastern mid afternoon,(3pm in gateshead really isn't that epic) and venture to the promised land. Aldi-bound in my sisters fiat 500, we had one thought on our mind. Macaroni cheese. We're both far too fond of cheese, but you 'Gouda' guessed that later.(ha ha ha cheese  related hilarity ha ha ha).

After a brief visit, we returned to the car with what can only be described as a carrier bag of happiness, containing such delights as 23p Jaffa cakes and waffles. It was going to be a good night. Once we got to her apartment block, we seemed to get straight out of the car and into our fluffy pug onesies- a blissful scenario. 

*insert onesie pug selfie*

*ta-da*

My sister collapsed on the sofa after her long day at work, leaving me in change of making, perhaps assembling would be a better phrase, the tea. And oh how I assembled it, I assembled it good. 45p pasta boiled with love, milk stirred into cheese sauce powder with the upmost care and the piéce-de-residance; bacon. Need I say more? We put it in the oven but hastily took it out when we realised we couldn't wait any longer.

Oh, oh it was worth it. 

With tears of joy we tucked in. It was wonderful. Macaroni cheese followed by naps and Jaffa cakes. I do believe that if you google the definition of the perfect Tuesday night, this post will in fact come up. I most definitely had the most wonderful experience of my life. At 9pm exactly, i found myself lying in bed and my eyes closing. I was probably tired from all that sitting down. 

Emma x