Author: Emily Llou

Happy 1st birthday Maggie May! Celebrating by…eating!

Birthdays don’t get more special than your little one’s first do they? I was a mess if I’m honest. Emotional, hyper, nervous, sad, excited, proud – you name it, I felt it. Being a Mother is the best thing I have ever done and to think what we have crammed in over the past twelve months is just so overwhelming. Looking back at her pictures fills me with sadness that I will never get to hold her they way I did when she was so fresh and new, and looking at her laughing, walking and being cheeky in this present moment fills me with pride at what a gorgeous soul she really is. So, there was only one thing to do really. Eat. Eat my way through the emotional roller coaster that is the first year of being a Mum! Loving the North West Billy Bob’s Ice-cream parlour, Skipton We are fortunate to live in such a beautiful place – almost at the centre of England actually! – that is not only surrounded by the …

When you get a new cooker, you cook bubble and squeak…

They say the cooker is the heart of the home. Oh no wait, it’s the kitchen, right? Well I’m going with the cooker because when you see my new one, you will understand.  Fresh from AO.com, my dreams have literally come true! It is so. Damn. Beautiful.  It’s been four years since I started my blogging journey, one that has seen many things happen to me, my blog style and my perception of food, but the one thing I have desperately always wanted is a really good cooker. A workman is only as good as his tools, as they say! The Belling Sandringham duel fuel range cooker…You’re all mine! So, seen as I’ve only just managed to get it installed I cooked on it for the first time tonight. After pondering over the most fancy and intricate list of possible creations, I spoke to Mum who told me her plans for tea: Bubble and squeak with last night’s leftovers.  I told to bring the leftovers to my house because yes, good old bubble and squeak …

A weekend in Wensleydale…

They say sometimes what you’re looking for is right under your nose, and in my case, it seems a bit of Yorkshire was what I needed! In a little air bnb cottage, all cosy and snug in beautiful Carperby,  four of us plus Maggie May shacked up for the bank holiday weekend. I simply love the English countryside when the sun is shining and everywhere is bustling with people on holiday. I love the cobbled streets and the dinky little shops. I love a good cuppa in a cute English cafe along with a perfect piece of cake! And of course when in Wensleydale, I love cheese… You have to be pretty lucky to live in or near such beautiful places and what’s more, all these wonderful places champion delicious local produce and traditions. Hmm, sounds like me right?! You can’t really ask for much more in life than spending bank holiday weekend with people you love, glorious scenery and as you’ll see below, a reet’ good pie! Must visit:  The Noted Pie Shop, Richmond, …

When you’ve raised a baby foodie…

As soon as she appeared, I knew she was going to be a foodie. 1-I am her Mother. She had no choice.  2-I was planning a whole baby range in my head… 3-The girl was 9lb 6oz for goodness sake. She was born ready for food! But what I didn’t anticipate was how quickly the weaning process moved. All of a sudden, she doesn’t want me to feed her anymore, oh no. She wants to feed herself and even put her whole face on her high-tray so she can rub her nose in to the fish pie I’ve just given her. I know, standard baby behavior.  But what I mean is, she’s genuinely interested. She’s not being fussy (OK sometimes she is), she just wants to eat what we are eating, and when we are eating. To me, that’s not a bad thing, is it? For her to want to be involved at the table enjoying what the family are. Last weekend she came out for lunch with me and my parents which I shan’t …

A very easy banana bread recipe for the busy Mum…

Baking and babies. It’s hard to do both when your little ones aren’t quite old enough to help yet, but when you love cooking up a tasty treat for weekend, you just have to  find a way around it. You know me, I’m all for simple, home-cooked wonders that when executed well, knock your socks off. After last week’s lemon cake success, I thought what better kind of recipe to share than one all busy Mum’s, like myself, can have a go at. Just because it’s easy doesn’t mean it’s not worth it – it’s kind of like slipping in to your favourite trusty pair of flats, or your old jeans (which I probably won’t get in after I’ve consumed this banana loaf!). It just feels nice.  My Grandmother used to whip up the most wonderful cakes and muffins, the smell of fresh baking hitting me as I walked in from school. Last night, the fruity sweet aroma of warm banana cake filtered through each room in the house and it’s just a comfort. And …

Grandma’s easy lemon 8pm slice…

It’s 8pm. I’ve just put Maggie May to bed (I’ll probably be seeing her again in a couple of hours. And then I’m guessing every hour after that). I should probably do something productive around the house like…tackle the monstrous pile of washing in the bedroom. Or hoover. But yet, here I am, prancing around in my new apron baking a lemon cake. And I’ve never felt better! There has been so much going on these past few weeks, what with me going back to work, house issues and oh, did I mention…I’m back at work? Plus, I’m also starting to write a book based on my late, beautiful Grandmother who was in the Women’s Land Army. So, yes, it’s been hectic. Tonight I sat down at my computer ready to do some work on said book when I just couldn’t stop myself. Before I knew it I was aproned up and squeezing lemons to within an inch of their zesty lives. My Grandma’s favourite was lemon cake. I used to make her lemon curd …

1 week in Devon, 3 babies and multiple ice-creams…

It’s pretty magical when you think about this: Three siblings. Three babies. In 8 months. Mr. GTMHTC along with his brother and sister have all had their first child, Maggie’s cousins, in a very short space of time and because we’re crazy, we shacked up together down in Devon for a whole week of mayhem. But mayhem doesn’t arise when you have sunshine, fresh seafood and copious amounts of Devonshire ice-cream. The only thing that manifests is the prospect of life-long memories of the cousins first holiday together. Of the cooking that we all took turns to do each night – turns out we’re all not too shabby – and sitting around laughing (sometimes too loudly, ‘omg if you wake that baby up we’re no longer related’) playing cards and just doing what families should do. Be together. I love it. I love a house full of people. I love it when family gather in the kitchen, the heart of the home and I adore the photo’s and the stories that we will talk about …