How naive was I to think I could learn one new skill a week? Having spectacularly underestimated how long it would take to master the art of chopping, I’m starting to realise I might have been over ambitious in my quest, but I won’t be discouraged because my newly acquired blade skills give me everything to play for. It might take more than a few casseroles to get knife-perfect, and future skills might come more naturally, but daily practice has seen me achieve new levels of efficiency and the trusty old cheese grater is getting way less action – I kid you not. Continue reading How to slice, dice and chop like a pro.
Let me tell you about me and food. If you follow my Instagram feed, by now, you’ll know I love eating it, I love cooking it, I plan my days around it and I’m forever photographing it. Continue reading Food for thought: mixing up dinner time
Dear Little B. I’m writing this post for you. Maybe you’ll read it as a teenager reflecting on life, maybe you’ll be wrinkly and rooting through the archives but, however you come across it, whatever you’re doing, you won’t be the four year-old in blue Tinkerbell pyjamas for whom it was originally written.
Continue reading The day Donald Trump became President Elect: a note to my daughter.
How do you like your eggs in the morning? I like mine with, not so much a big sloppy kiss, but a really gooey centre. Boiled, poached, fried: who cares? If you serve me one with a core of liquid sunshine, you’ll be getting more than a peck in return – I’m that over easy…
Sometimes, when you’re presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the right thing to do is grab it with both hands. Even if, when you wake up the next morning and can think of a million reasons why you shouldn’t have grabbed it with both hands – and the two empty bottles in the recycling bin remind you how you acted hastily in grabbing it with both hands: grabbing it with both hands was still the right thing to do. I can testify. Continue reading Went to Ibiza. Had the last dance in Space.
You know when you try to be a top mum, making salted caramel brownies for the school bake sale and you find out it’s not actually on until the next f*cking week? Sometimes I wonder why I bother. Continue reading How to make salted caramel brownies