Drink and dial. Do you remember the days? Or drink and text? I recall deleting some numbers from my phone, save I call them at an inopportune gin related moment. READ MORE
Black & blue muffins
Drink and dial. Do you remember the days? Or drink and text? I recall deleting some numbers from my phone, save I call them at an inopportune gin related moment. READ MORE
Bake Off is back! So here’s a little recipe that starts us all off slowly. I’m not talking about ease of recipe, oh no (though these are very easy indeed), I’m talking about calorifically. Look, we’ve got weeks ahead of us. We need to pace ourselves. So I’m starting with refined sugar free tropical breakfast bars that I made for a Whitworths workshop.
This is a low refined sugar bar packed full of oats, a little like a flapjack, with a totally tropical taste. A great way to start the day without lots of unnecessary added refined sugar. These freeze well too, so make a batch, store away in your freezer and defrost one overnight ready for breakfast at home or on the go.
Hello! I haven’t got long as I’m about to get a flight (to LA – I know, that sounds very jet set, but really it isn’t – more to be revealed soon) so I’m writing this in a frenzy of packing and trying to find travel adaptors and ear plugs and all that jazz. This recipe should pop up some time next week when I will likely be mid flight back. It’s the gravity defying cake I made on This Morning. You can watch the vid here if you like. It’s been pretty popular so far with a fair few folks already having made one the very afternoon of the day it was on TV. Now that’s quick. READ MORE
Do you remember how holidays used to be? READ MORE
This is how it started. All grump and tantrum over not being allowed to sit in 27 degree heat without a sun hat. When you’re 1 it’s important to look cool on the beach. Who cares about sun stroke? READ MORE
Pink, pink, pink. What do we think of pink? I remember loving my one posh pink dress as a child. It had a fairytale hill scene appliqued on the front in pink gingham. But the pink dress was for best. Pink was special.
And in my early adulthood, when I was flying the feminist flag highest, pink was a colour I hated. I raged at the army of pink aimed at little girls; pink domestic drudgery toys, pink dress up uniforms for lower paid jobs than the boys, pink clothed Barbie’s with pneumatic breasts and corset tortured waspish waists. If you’d have asked me, I’d have said pink stinks. READ MORE
We had a Mum’s night out on Friday. There were cocktails, kale crisps, wine, koftas, steak, cheese, pie and brownies. Plus gossip and laughter and comparing and contrasting. It was fun. I didn’t want it to end. But my inbuilt guilt alarm struck at about midnight. Like some kind of baggier, older Cinders I felt the need to hail cabs, gingerly unlock the door and creep up the creaky stairs. And then I felt this strange low-level sadness sweep over me. READ MORE
I made these to be sold at the school sports day. We’re raising money. Well, we’re always raising money aren’t we? It’s what Mums do. READ MORE
I wish I were one of those women who stopped eating when under stress. You know the type – those who eat like a bird, pick at a few carrots. They have snake hips and a slightly worried expression all the time. They talk about their ‘nerves’ a lot.
I am not that woman. READ MORE
Holly Bell 