And here we are again, a new year, a new start, an opportunity to undo all the less than nutritionally dense treats we’ve consumed all in the name of celebration and festivity. READ MORE
Christmas is long over; the decorations packed up for another year, turkey sandwiches but a distant memory. And there’s that creeping sense of regret that 5 mince pies with a double Baileys chaser as a pre-dinner snackette may not have been so wise after all. My fat day jeans are tight, but I’m just not ready for salad yet. It’s too chilly for anything remotely lettuce like. READ MORE
Well this is just a very simple curry (simple – well I guess it has a lot of ingredients but it is simple in that this is really not a difficult recipe and is hard to balls up – put it this way, I can make this whilst also doing the packed lunches for the next day and browsing Instagram stories which are my own perfectly curated TV programme). READ MORE
We went to Poland. Yep, we flew on New Year’s Day to Krakow for a little mini break. Now, let me tell you, it was budget – I used my Nectar card points to buy some of the break on Expedia, so it wasn’t exactly a ‘treat’ in terms of luxury. READ MORE
Okay, this is going to be short and sweet, and the main reason I am writing this is purely down to laziness. READ MORE
Okay, okay, this isn’t a ‘recipe’. I know that, you know that, but it’s almost Christmas, so give me a break. READ MORE
We’re almost there. The tree is up (hopefully), some of the presents are ordered. Maybe some are wrapped. I’m hoping you at the very least have partaken in a little glass of mulled wine with a mince pie chaser by now. READ MORE
Well that’s crept up on us, hasn’t it? I’m not ready. Well all the necessary stuff is done but the pretty, enjoyable stuff, not so much. I am dedicating proper time to doing nice crafty things from now until the big day. READ MORE
I have always been obsessed with kitchens. Even before I was let loose chopping and stirring and rolling and most importantly, pouring water. I think it comes from having grown up in a house with a tiny kitchen. As my mother would put it, there was ‘barely room to swing a cat’. There really wasn’t. But it didn’t matter, I still loved spending time in it, helping my parents by creating more mess than might have been strictly necessary. I used to dream of larger kitchens, not so much for a good sized area to swing cats in, but for the floor space to add a table. I did grow up watching the Walton’s after all. READ MORE
Holly Bell 
