I don’t even have any proper excuses to be honest, just that life got in the way!

I’m still working in the same place, still knitting and sewing whenever I can, I’ve almost finished my BSL Level 1 – check out this woman signing Cee Lo Green - it’s ace but is NOT safe for work!

My camera’s still broken :’(

And most importantly, I’m still cooking, doing my bit for feminism , Nigella!

In a bid to put off my BSL revision for a little longer, tonight I made a cake I’d been dreaming about for a while. I got the recipe from the the beautiful Joy the Baker, whose blog I stalk obsessively read

Brown Butter Banana Strawberry Bread

Before

Doesn't it look like porridge with strawberries?!

After

Little overdone but still yummers!

In terms of difficulty, it’s pretty easy but it involves a lot of little tasks and a helluva lot of washing up. It’s worth it though, especially if it’s OH’s turn to do the washing up.

It is a delish banana cake, with lovely tiny strawberry yumminess dotted in it. Perfect energy food for late-night sign language exam cramming!

Speak soon, I promise!

x

Wow, a lot’s happened since I last updated. I’ve started a new job, started a college course, booked my first craft stall. And I turned one year older.

Here’s a pic of some of my birthday pressies. I’m so lucky!

And here’s a peek at the kinda stuff I’m going to be selling at the craft fair:

Peg Bag

Large Tote Bag

100% Wool Felt Brooch

Sorry about the poor quality, they’re taken on my phone ’cause I still have a broken camera

Just a quick update for you today as I have  things to do. I’ll update you soon xxx

Anyways, I think some of my foodie talk has paid off, cause one of my friends asked me to give her a bakery lesson. Of course, I agreed straight away. A whole day devoted to talking about cake, eating cake and showing off? Yes please!

Here’s the Victoria Sponge my friend made:

And here‘s the recipe we used. I say we, but I didn’t actually do anything except tell my friend what to do. She didn’t really need my help, she just wasn’t confident in baking due to the fact that the last time she had tried making a cake was for my 18th birthday (8 years ago) and that had gone so horribly wrong that she had to buy me a cake instead. I didn’t mind –  the bought cake was nice and it was shaped like a caterpillar, bonus!

Anyway, I digress, the Victoria Sponge was superb and now my friend can bake. She’s so confident in fact, she’s told me she is going to attempt another cake for my birthday, in two weeks. I’ll let you know how it goes…

Mud!

Cute little tiny frog!

Blackberries

Blackberry and apple crumble- yummers

I’ll end with a poem written by my sister, Rachel McGladdery

Jelly Babies

We braved the wasps and nettles,

feet fearing the moist scrabble of tiny frogs

and came home

Twice

with bags of dripping berries.

Elicited nods from sweet old ladies

and questions of recipes.

Oh I scored points for making jam not pies.

To see my babies lined up

neatly labelled

little bonnets

crisp.

To see the sun slant through the ruby

and feel that female pride

of storing bounty up for winter,

anticipating spooning scented jelly

on toast on steaming cold mornings

before school

negates the quarrelling,

the carping,

the thorns in fingers

and dresses ruined with purple.

I am,

in some small fragrant way

that kind of mother.

I’ve been putting off using the free beetroot that I thought was a turnip cos I didn’t know what to do with it. In the end I decided to make a beetroot soup. Here‘s the recipe I based it on. Except I didn’t weigh the onion or beetroot (that’d be weird), I just used 1 of each. When I was blitzing it with the hand blender, it looked like a lovely frothy raspberry soup, it’s such a pretty colour. Anyway, here it is:

I’d never had beetroot soup before and it was surprisingly tasty. Mine was quite peppery (cos I added loads of pepper, duh) which I liked. It’s not my favourite soup but nonetheless a very healthy wholesome meal.

Oh, and it didn’t make my wee go pink as I expected, which was a bit of a disappointment.

See you later. x

So last night I went to a friend’s Pampered Chef party. I’ve been trying to think of a way to explain what a Pampered Chef party is but I don’t think anyone can put it better than the OH:

“It’s like an Ann Summers party but with cheese graters.” Ooh sounds painful doesn’t it?

Unfortunately I don’t have any photies. My camera’s battery charger has decided to go kaput. So basically we were all given a different cooking utensil and helped to make a snack  - hot broccoli dip with pitta bread tortilla things. My utensil was the knife. My friend had this originally but the group decided that in the interest of public safety we should swop. It was my job to chop the pepper – my friend had mentioned my blog and made out I was the next Delia, so the pressure was on. It’s surprising how difficult it is to chop a pepper when there’s a room full of people staring at you!

The food was lovely, the pitta tortillas were great, really nice and crunchy. Definitely gonna make them. All in all it was a smashing night. The consultant was lovely and the food was yum (we also had mini apple crumble tartlets mmmmmm).

The products are also pretty darn good. I didn’t intend to buy anything (just went for the free food, is that bad?) but ended up getting a couple of things. Naughty I know, but I’m going to need shiny new kitchen utensils. After all, I’m the next Delia  :)

EDIT – Just a disclaimer in case my friend decides to take legal action. Some parts of this post may have been created for entertainment purposes. My friend is lovely really and wouldn’t hurt anyone.

I’m back and I’m on a roll. Here’s a scrummy banana and oatmeal cake I made last week from a recipe from Joy the Baker. I used olive oil instead of canola oil, cos I don’t have any, in fact I don’t even know what canola oil is!

Have I mentioned how utterly amazing Joy is before?! Well she is, so go look at her blog. But be sure to come back here too!

Someone else who is stupendously talented is my sister Rachel who has just won her first ever poetry slam. Check out her poetry, she’s ace. Well done Rach!

OK, that’s it for now. I’m going to my first Pampered Chef party tonight, so I’ll let you know how it goes.

x

I did a friend a favour a couple of days ago -I didn’t expect anything in return but ended up leaving with two big bags of fresh veg from her friend’s allotment. Result.

So I bought some lamb chops yesterday and was ready to make a mega cheapo Lancashire Hotpot using my free courgette, potatoes and turnips. That was until I cut into the turnip, and it turned out to be a beetroot! Oops! Anyway, here it is:

Put some lamb chops in the bottom of a casserole dish then layer with thinly sliced potatoes, then a layer of chopped courgette and green beans. Season the veg with salt, pepper and mixed herbs (I would have used rosemary but didn’t have any). Repeat the layers ending with a layer of potatoes. Pour over a pint of beef stock (only stock I had!), add a bouqet garni, brush the top with melted butter and season. Bung it in the oven for 2.5 hours on 170 C, then remove the lid and cook for another 30 mins on 220 C. Remove the bouqet garni and devour the hotpot in true Lancashire style, with a flat cap on and a whippet by your side. Yum.

Now I just need to know what to do with the beetroot!

P.S. WordPress doesn’t recognise the word ‘courgette’! Grrr it’s a bloomin British zucchini! Rant over.

Have you missed me?!

Sorry for the lack of updates but I’ve been away on my hols to the lovely Andalucian city of Seville in Southern Spain. I got back on Friday, and I’ve been bursting to tell you all about it but I’ve been mega busy all week. In fact, I could do with another holiday!

Anyways, here’s the highlights of my stay in beautiful (and very HOT) Sevilla:

First there was the flight. I haven’t flown much and the last time was about 7 years ago so I was a bit nervous. It didn’t help that we were flying with Ryanair, the airline everyone loves to hate. However, let me just say, Ryanair are ace. Yes, you heard me right, nothing wrong with them whatsoever. Contrary to reports, you don’t have to pay to use the loo (not yet anyway), there are no hidden charges (just stick to the baggage rules people and you’ll have no problems!), and the aircraft itself was comfortable. Not luxury, but it’s a budget airline, what do you expect!?! OK rant over.

Flying itself was fine. I still hate taking off and landing but the rest was OK, if a little boring.

Fred liked it though:

When we touched down in Seville, we were hit by the immense heat. On the day we arrived it was 39 degrees C! If you don’t think you can handle those kind of temps, don’t go in July. It was unbearable at times, especially as visiting Seville involves a lot of walking around but you’ll be fine as long as you stay smart and stay indoors between 2pm and 5.30pm. Have a siesta, everyone else does. Oh and stay hydrated!

On the first night, we decided to have dinner (tea) at a tapas bar I’d seen on Tripadvisor, Vineria San Telmo. I asked the receptionist at the hotel to book a table for us and asked if 8pm was too early. She laughed. It was way too early. In Spain they eat much later than us, so we ignored our hunger pangs for a bit longer and opted for 9pm.

We were still quite lonely eating at 9pm, 9.30pm seems to be when people start to arrive, but at least we got quick service! The food was delish!

This is a tapa of pork with jamon (cured ham, a big thing in Seville) and some home-made crisp things. You could get each meal in a tapa (small), demi racion (half portion) and racion (full portion) size. We got 1 demi racion and two tapas and two cokes which came to about 14 euros I think. This was the best restaurant we visited in Seville, both in terms of the quality of the food and value for money. I wish we’d gone back every day, but we wanted to try a few places out.

OK, now for the sights:

This is the view from the Giralda, including a good view of the bullring. There was a bullfight on while we were there, but we decided against going.

Here’s a bit of a blurry picture of the Cathedral, where the tomb of Christopher Columbus lies. Wowsers, it was a beautiful building.

Here’s a pic of the baths within the Alcazar. I told you Seville was beautiful.

I might have to wait a while but I’m already thinking about my next holiday. So let me know where your favourite holiday destination is (whether you’ve been there or not) and what makes it special.

Hasta Luego!