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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 …

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 …

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 …

Mixed spice tea loaf: Because tea makes everything better…

There’s been sadness, chaos, tears and a lot of sleepless nights lately. As you will know from my previous post, I lost my beloved Grandmother, then we’ve upped sticks and are back at my parents as we’re moving house soon, Maggie May has been teething (I know, someone pass me the gin) whilst in the midst of weaning and I’ve had some pretty intense work related scenarios to get through. But today is Monday. Many dread it, but for me today means a new start. I’ve found that inner British stoic “must march on” spirit and am embracing one of the only remedies that can fix anything in the whole wide world: Tea. Because there’s nothing a strong brew cannot fix right? Especially when it’s in cake! Tea loaf This recipe is from Grandma’s cookbook and it really is delicious, easy to make and I found it relaxing to bake. You need: 1/2 pint Tea 6 oz dried mixed fruit 4oz butter 4oz sugar 9oz Self-raising Pinch of salt 1 teaspoon of mixed spice 1 teaspoon …

How Grandma does eggs…

Whisk em. Fry em. Eat em! That is literally it. I remember the first time I ever presented my “Grandma egg” to Mr. GTMHTC and it was met with a look of what can only be described as absolute horror. “Erm, Emily, where is the yolk?” So here’s the story. I can’t remember a weekend when I wasn’t with Grandma. We were either just chilling out watching Blind Date with fish and chips on a Saturday night, or we were off somewhere on a coach trip. I know, the good old days! The night before we were due to set off on one of our many adventures, she’d be there in the kitchen cooking up everybody’s nightmare sandwich: Egg. All she’d do is whisk the egg, fry it and pop it on a teacake (she did like a bit of bread with her butter). What exactly is so special about that, I hear you complain. This is supposed be a god damn food blog! Yet I can’t explain. They are so tasty and I have …

Easy dark chocolate & raspberry cups…

Call me sentimental but where’s all the romance gone these days? Everyone I meet seems to have an opinion on Valentine’s Day such as, “why do we need one day to show someone I love them?” Here’s why. Because in our day to day life, we’re busy – you know, going to work, sorting the kids out, making tea, cleaning, sorting the kids out once again and somewhere in the midst of all that, probably trying to go to the gym (well not me obviously but…anyway). In all that blur that we call our daily existence, there simply isn’t time to do anything else but all of the above. We should all just lighten up. Why shouldn’t we use today to tell someone that yes, I really do love you because you know what? We will only regret not saying it more when we’re older. Why shouldn’t we use today to sit at the table together? Why shouldn’t we use this silly little marketing tosh of a day to buy someone flowers, to let them …

Peanut butter & jam porridge…

Peanut butter and jam. They go together like Bonnie and Clyde; like salt and vinegar or if we’re getting soppy here, Mr. GTMHTC and me. I know, I know – too early for such mush right? Anyway, I woke up feeling the need for something that well, tasted like a dessert. And as the saying goes: Life is short. Eat dessert first! Mixed lovingly with whole milk and honey, this isn’t particularly bad for you in my opinion. It’s creamy, it’s gently sweet and it’s full of goodness from your porridge oats and your peanut butter. But anyway, who cares? My Grandma puts condensed milk in to her porridge and she’s 90 so I think we’ll be just fine…! You need: Half a cup of rolled porridge oats 1 cup of whole milk 1 teaspoon of honey (plus some extra for drizzling) 2 teaspoons of good quality peanut butter such as Whole Earth or Meridian. I used a smooth one 1 teaspoon of strawberry jam Method: Place the oats, milk, honey and 1 teaspoon of …