Smoked Paprika, Sweet Potato, Red Lentil and Chickpea Soup

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There’s a great line in one of my favourite 90′s  films; ‘I never did mind about the little things’.

I’m not a big one for violence – real or simulated.  (The Hungry One now refuses to watch Game of Thrones with me.  He says my squeamish squirming is too distracting. Meanwhile, I would quite like someone to create a PG version which features a safety screen that pops up at necessary intervals stating; ‘moments of  unpleasant violence to follow in which x is slain by y’s hand‘  That way I can be party to all the scheming and the dragon rearing without the torture, rape and maiming).

Yet I have a weak …

Baked Kale, Broccoli, Mint and Goat Cheese Frittata

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I’ve encountered my greatest critic. The Hungry One is a judicious and fair audience for most of what comes out of this kitchen. I know when he reaches for one of the slim scarlet bottles of hot sauce that line the fridge door like a twee game of skittles that what I’ve cooked could use a little more punch. Mainly if he doesn’t like something, he just won’t go back for seconds.

But the newest hungry one has developed a whole other technique of feedback. It involves grabbing his portions in a pudgy hand, lifting it above his head, lowering it back down with a fiercely clenched fist, decimating the contents …

A Very Hungry Caterpillar Cake (Happy 1st Birthday Will)

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Send help. There is every chance I am going to be trapped by an avalanche of cake.

It all started innocuously enough. A stitched together photo collage of Will through the months texted to close family. ‘Come for coffee and cake- Will is one!’

And then I lost my head a bit. I could blame the Woman’s Weekly Birthday Book.  Two years ago, before Will was even a twinkle in my eye I wrote this about the yoke of responsibility that comes with children’s birthday cakes.  I sensed it held the ability to do me in.

And it did- to a degree.

I was calm at the outset. I had a vision for what …