So that was Christmas
And what did I do? Well there was 7 Days in the week running up to Christmas and I seemed to spend a lot of that time in the kitchen. Before that week I was quite quiet on the blog and Flickr, something for which I was heckled by Ray (Who? Ray!) when I spoke [...]
Festive diet
Breakfast: Coco pops Lunch: Two slices of bread with Jarlsberg cheese and tomato slices in garlic and olive oil, followed by a cranberry and port mincemeat puff. Dinner: Large slice of no cook lemon pie Dinner II at 10.30pm: Tortilla chips and hummus, followed by a mince pie. Well. there’s fruit and veg in all [...]
7 Days: Day 7 – Baking a cake
Mum and I are making food for the coming festivities – though I took a long break to go and smash up the ice rink that was our drive. The Queen of the Prairie has a glass door unlike the previous oven, so here I am inspecting a delicious porter cake that has just finished [...]
7 Days: Day 5 – Making gingerbread
It’s that time of year when calories aren’t meant to be counted, so to go along with all the goodies Mum and I bought at the supermarket today, I’m making gingerbread biscuits. All the food is in, the presents are wrapped and so, with more snow due tomorrow, I feel as though I’m in for [...]
Afternoon tea at The Dorchester
At the weekend we got dressed up and headed to London for afternoon tea at The Dorchester as my early birthday celebration. It’s a five star hotel on Park Lane – that is to say, worth a hell of a lot in a game of Monopoly – so it was fun to make ourselves a [...]
The den-warming
At the weekend I held a little den-warming party to celebrate the den makeover being finished. I made a variety of finger foods to go with the pizza and tomato and garlic flatbread that I allowed the supermarket to make for me. We had parma, goats cheese and dried fig parcels, pork noodle balls and [...]
Nearly a strike and a half
On Saturday we headed to London for bowling and food to celebrate Lauren’s birthday. Fortunately I double checked our train times in the morning, discovering that there were no trains going from our station, but there was a bus that would take us to Bromley three times slower than if we went by car. Strangely [...]
Jersey: Peacock feathers and chocolate drops
Having filled our bellies with champagne, it was now time to sway into the restaurant for the reception. Each table was dressed with flowers and peacock feathers and Helen’s Dad had done the calligraphy for the place cards himself. So let’s talk about the important stuff first: the food. The starter: Pan roast hot smoked [...]







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