Author: Emily Llou

The lemony smell of Sunday…

So the intention was that I was going to stay at home today and make us a family Sunday dinner. Like I said, “the intention” was there. Somehow we’ve ended up at Mum and Dads with a scrumptious shepherds pie, a lemon cake and thee biggest scone I think I’ve set eyes on. I know what you’re all thinking. That was the plan all along. I’m a liar, a cheat, a Sunday dinner duper!  But I promise this isn’t the case. I mean, what’s the saying when there is something askew? “I can smell it a mile off!” Well put it this way. If there’s lemon cake somewhere, I’ll sniff it out, one way or another! The loveliness of Sunday I know I harp on quite a bit about Sundays but it’s so blooming’ important to take this day (if you can) to just be with your family or your friends, get some good grub on the table and be together. If there is one thing that the current news highlights, it’s the need to …

The power of love…

Our children. Our lives. Our home. Horror hit my Northern Territory when a terrorist attack took place at the MEN Arena. All I have been thinking is, this our place, Maggie’s place, our memories, our future. How can I shield her from all these atrocities? I can’t. But I can allow her to see the love. The love, the power of how we have come together, the strength of the Northern people, the power of light over darkness. And that is something every child should know. Love. No matter what. Conquers all.

Mum’s “sort me out” crumble…

I might be a Mum, but I still need MY Mum. Partly because she turns up at my door with homemade cottage pie, freshly pulled cabbage from her garden and rhubarb crumble. Why did I move out again?!  But it’s on days like these when the world is in turmoil and my days are currently spent bent over trying to help Maggie walk and dodging (actually loving underneath it all) puréed broccoli kisses, where I really just bloody appreciate my wonderful family and the simplicity of it all. You don’t need a lot to be ok with life. You just need a bit of tenderness, love and the odd crumble. Mum’s crumble (kind of…) I say ‘kind of’ because Mum has only gone and done a Grandma on me! It goes like this: “Mum (or Grandma when it’s one of her recipes) how do you make this?” “Oh this? Just a bit of flour, pour in some milk, a bit of sugar and rub in some butter.” Me: “Yeah but I need…measurements?” “Oh I don’t …

Home is on the menu…

Home. What does it really mean? To me it’s my very own sanctuary where I love to be, a place where I feel safe, happy and of course, can eat with my family and friends! Moving house is bloody tough right? And not just that, it’s one of thee, hands down, most emotional things I’ve ever done. Or maybe that’s just the realisation that I’m moving out of Mums (again) and she will no longer be doing my washing… Either way, I’ve cried a lot but it’s finally all coming together. Over the last few weeks I’ve been digging out mine and Mr. GTMHTC’s memories from the past five years and letting them fill up our home. We’ve got menus from nearly everywhere we’ve been in the world and tickets, maps, paper bags and artwork from all sorts of places. Above: We always go to Rosa’s Thai cafe when we visit London. The ginger drink there is my absolute favourite! I’ve framed some, I’ve stuck some and I’ve collaged some. Above is a menu from …

A Sunday well spent brings a week of content…

Home. A place you can’t wait to leave when you’re young and impatient to do everything at once. Off you go thinking you’re grown up only to realise five years down the line, home – most of the time – really is where the heart is. There have been many times when I’ve absolutely craved to be back in Australia, fantasising about dipping my toes in to those crystal blue waters and our lazy beach Sundays. But you know what? There are so many ways we can do Sundays right here, at home in Clitheroe. Yesterday we took Maggie May to Clitheroe Castle park just behind our house – the Castle being an attraction which brings tons of tourist to our lovely little town. Right there. On our doorstep. After swinging her until she laughed like a maniac, I needed cake. Which is kinda what my life consists of now. I always need cake. Motherhood eh? The Atrium cafe is right at the top of the castle grounds overlooking the whole town and valley. On …

Entertaining for the first time….

So as you know from the last post, me and Mr. GTMHTC have just bought our house which in my language means, “ohmg-think-of-all-the-dinner-parties-slash-wine-fests-we-can-have!” So as it was Sunday yesterday we decided that there really was no better way to celebrate than have some family round (plus a new baby cousin for Maggie May!), eat some good food and not care in the slightest that my dining room is an utter rubbish heap. But that’s half the fun right? Painting tables, boxes of crap, hammers, tins of paint and then there we are, sat in the midst of it, laughing, talking ‘new babies’ and eating delicious food. So how did we say cheers to the future? With homemade burgers (find my recipe here) and as the sun was shining brightly, I made a goats cheese, pomegranate and grilled asparagus salad. Something fresh and delightful, just like life is right now! Goats cheese, pomegranate and asparagus salad 2 iceberg lettuce, chopped chunky 2 handfuls of cherry tomatoes, slice in quarters Half a cucumber, sliced thinly 1 bunch …

We’ve bought a house!

I guess the first thing to say is sorry! Sorry I’ve been distant and neglecting you all but it’s been one hell of a month, let me tell you. But I do have some exciting news… We’ve bought our very own, first house!  I feel really proud of everything and as for the sold sign above my front door, well that can bloody well stay because yep, I, ME, WE bought it with our very own money and I want everyone to know. Right come on, “What about the fooooood?!“, I hear you sigh.  Well yes, a ha! My very own kitchen that belongs to me which I can mess up and decorate just as I please. So once I’ve found my way around my cupboards – because I’ve suddenly found myself with lots of them – I’ll whip up something to celebrate one of the most wonderful things in life: Starting family life in our new home. Welcome!