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 …

Ginger, Pear, Ricotta and Borlotti Bean Loaf

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Flashback 12 months ago, to the day. This was me. I was three nights shy of welcoming Will into the world. It was the end of 40 Weeks of Feasting. I was harried. I was on the cusp of signing the deal for Cut the Carbs and madly testing recipes while listening to Paul Simon’s Graceland on repeat. Will enjoyed the baseline and would thump along from the inside.

I was also distracting myself from the constant urge to gorge myself on cake. That compulsion had been a close companion throughout most of the months prior. It descended when we were in Buenos Aires. At that stage I was 11 weeks …