Tuesday, 8 April 2014


So what does being a newlywed feel like?

Exactly the same as before, but with more food.

After opening up wedding cards and watching notes and cheques flutter to the floor, I felt serious urge to thank people.  Like, I think Kris and I even broke into song for someone (the fact that we were enjoying a glass of wine at the time means nothing) and in my family when you want to thank someone, you do it one of two ways.

  1. With food
  2. With more food.
So I've thrown a few dinner parties, given people homebaked cakes, I've made loaves upon loaves of bread, I've insisted on taking puddings to peoples houses, I'm bringing stuff into work, the whole nine yards.

It's been fun.  It's been a bit fattening.  Oops.

What I'm uploading today is actually the fifth round of this recipe.  I wanted it perfect.
The first attempt I took to a good foodie friends house, and despite it being more banana bread like and the toffee on top being more of a crumble / butterscotch it went down okay, I think.

Second round I took into work, I reduced sugar, upped banana content.  Like the tit I am, I actually set this batch on fire, as I glazed the top with my blowtorch, the baking parchment it was lined with went up in flames (who knew paper and oil would be flammable, eh?) and it took and lot of panicking and damp tea towels to put it out.

Third batch was for a present.  Was again, more banana bread like and rising too much.... 

Fourth and fifth batches were for a friend coming round for dinner, and for a dinner party on consecutive days.  Somehow managed to get the same consistency,  and tried a different sugar / butter consistency for the top.

HUZZAH!  This is the result...



Happy to report the only thing I burnt on this batch was my fingers.  Note to self - Do not touch boiling sugar.  NO TOUCHY.

Friday, 29 November 2013


I said I wasn't going to have an Instagram.

-Boring mind changing event happened here-

Now I have an instagram. 

But I've made a super promise to myself and to my 1 follower (get in mrs popular!) about how I will conduct myself.

A PROMISE:


- I should probably point out, that as a food blogger... there will be pictures of food.  I will try not to make it look gross.

- I will not post 100 different pictures of me in the same vapid pose.  I think I did that enough for everyone on Myspace.  Ha.  Myspace.

- There will be pictures of animals.  Because I own animals.  Sometimes I'll put a hat on the animals and I have to share that fact with the world.

TADA.
- I'm still not entirely sure what a hashtag is, but I've been widely advised to #avoid #putting #hundreds #on #one #post.

- There will be no bikini pictures with motivational comments about being awesome.  I know you're awesome.  You know you're awesome.  You don't need half naked me telling you to be more awesome.  That's the job of someone who perhaps OWNS a bikini.

- I promise to try and be a little bit interesting.

If you want to take a gander at the whole 6 photos (gosh!) I've posted so far, here's the link.

I should probably do the media thing and point out that I also have a facebook and twitter.

MEDIA OVERLOAD.

If you've got an instagram account, send it to me in the comments section, I'd love to have a gander. =]

Actual food stuff coming up soon.  Double promise.

Tuesday, 26 November 2013


"There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes."



-Sheepishly waves-


Hello all.  Yes I know, it's been a long time since I wrote anything on here, and I promise with good reason too.


1) First I caught the lurgy, I only ate soup for weeks.  (Hello slender body!)

2) Then work got busy, I only ate cr*p for weeks.  (Goodbye slender body!)
3) Wedding planning pretty much took over everything 
(More on that later, I promise it's not too "Look at my DIY chair wreaths" bridezilla kinda crazy)
4)  Then the clocks went back, and with it, went my natural light opportunities.  Plus the actual energy to make up a recipe.


But I'm fine now.  Work has levelled out and goodness me, the wedding is planned.

So let's get to the good stuff.  I've been away for far too long, is it possible to miss something that you can't physically touch? - C'mon let's get down to business.  Prepare the ship!  Add more motivational cliches here if you will....


Friday, 20 September 2013


Sooooo summer is officially over.  It's pretty damn cold over here in the UK.  I'm wearing a jumper!

Everyone is ill.  Seriously, everyone except me.  I feel like the lone survivor in a snotty apocalypse.

I've no idea why I'm the only person in my family and work place with working vocal chords and the ability to get up in the morning but I'm not going to brag.  (we all know that the braggers are the ones that get it worse, right?) Instead I've been putting my temporary immunity to good use by making lots of lovely things like soups and stews and being all matronly by keeping the sickies (their official new name) in line.

We're back to soups and stews instead of salads.  I love Autumn.

My slow cooker also LOVES this time of year.  He is being put to some serious use.

...because obviously, my slow cooker has a personality.  Like everything else in my kitchen.  I'm serious, It's like the beauty and beast castle up in here.

Monday, 16 September 2013



This is my nervous, wine fuelled account of how we made two of my best friends' wedding cake.  This is not a story involving Julia Roberts or Rupert Everett, as cool as that would be.

Okay stay with me, there's a lot of pictures.

I'll cut back to a year ago, -cue flashback harp music-

We had just moved into our new house and we were unpacking a box of kitchen stuff (what else?) when my phone loudly beeped from the other side of the room.

My awesome friend Phil, after months of mishaps that wouldn't be out of place in a wacky romantic comedy, had finally been able to pop the question to his lovely girlfriend Beth.  I'd been waiting for this text for months!

Within a week, we had a date to put in our diaries.  September 14th 2013.

Within another week, they were talking about the cake.  They wanted a drum (they are both in a band, and Phil is a the drummer) and they wanted it green.  They wanted me and another friend of ours to make it.

Cue a whole year of panic.

Thursday, 5 September 2013


Happy September and happy "Shove christmas stuff into peoples faces four months too early".  Seriously, do I need to be thinking about santa and snow when I'm still in my summer mindset? (Seriously now,  Britain has had an awesome summer.  Shove your stereotypes!)

I don't like to moan on this blog, mainly because I hate moaning in public and also because when I'm feeling lots better I read it back and want to slap myself.

But damn, this last month has been pretty hectic.

So last night, a night in with good food, was the perfect remedy.  Titan travel provided me with the recipe for what's on the old blog today, so I'll post the recipe a little further down.  I sometimes, really just need to follow a recipe rather than use the brain power to make something up myself.

I've not posted a recipe that wasn't my own on here before, and I have to say, it's quite refreshing to make and review something that wasn't created by me.

Tuesday, 20 August 2013



So, major disaster in Food blog terms.  We cannot find the battery charger for the camera.  Which means, that for the moment, the high quality, easy to edit pictures of this blog are on hold.

Poo.

But some good news.  I have a slightly crapper, but still kinda okay camera that will do for now.  But please, join your hands in hope that I will magically come across the charger, along with some other missing items that seemed to have magically disappeared this past few weeks.

Sigh, talk about first world problems.

Wednesday, 31 July 2013


Let's get one thing straight before we delve into the world of wholemeal and rye pancakes.

No matter how delicious, healthy or satisfying these pancakes are, they can't even come close to the pancakes my nan makes.  No way.  That's a rhyme that's true.

When I was younger and my nan moved in with us, I suddenly gained about 20lbs because I would wake up to a big lemony plate of homemade pancakes that were so delicious I couldn't leave a single bite untouched.  Every.  Single.  Morning.

So to conclude.  My nan's pancakes are the t*ts.  I would tip my hat to her,  If I ever wore one.

Wednesday, 24 July 2013


Since the day some bright fella dropped his food on the fire, decided to eat it and thought "damn that's good!" (or whatever, I'm not a historian) we have been grilling, burning, roasting and steaming our way to a whole host of awesome dishes.

We might have moved on a little, we've built ovens and microwaves - a whole host of things to cook for us..

But damn!  I still love cooking things on a fire.  With the open flames, the smell as it cooks and the anticipation as you're waiting for it to cool slightly so you can rip into it.  It promotes a sense of wonder, and even though we have all these other methods of cooking, fire is still around....

There' just something magical about fireside eating.

I mean, you don't see a family huddled round an oven waiting for it to bake your dinner with a sense of wonder.  Or maybe you do.  I'm not here to judge.

Friday, 19 July 2013



This has been the majority of my conversations this week:

"Hot isn't it?"
"Yep"
"Pub?"
"Pub."

Beer gardens are full, people are having barbeques, I've seen more man chests than I care to count.  It's officially summer and I'm loving it.  It's like the whole country is on holiday.  We run out of work each day like it's the last day of school, fling off our shoes, show more flesh than should be socially acceptable in public and embrace every single last ray.

Well most of us do.  Yesterday I saw a man in a rain coat.  Some people have no faith.

 
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