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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 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 …

How to summer your sausage…and mash!

I know. What. The hell. Is a summery sausage? Sausage and mash is, well, just that. No airs. No graces. Just bloody good and most times, exactly what the doctor ordered. It’s just that I’m feeling a little seasonal confusion. It’s almost July and where is the bloomin’ sunshine?! Today I was out in the wind and rain, looking at nowt’ but grey skies. And that’s what did it. I was cold; I was wrapped up with a scarf for goodness sake and simply needed, you got it: Sausage and mash.  What I didn’t want however was the whole wintery wonder with gravy and what not, because that is specially reserved for those real December evenings, so yes, I took it upon myself to summer up my sausage. And that’s not something you hear about every day is it! Summer sausage and mash pot Serves 4 8 good quality pork sausages – mine were from Cowman’s Butchers in Clitheroe and they are delicious and not to mention, famous! 3 large potatoes 1 onion 200g of …

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 …