Flourless Maple Yoghurt Rhubarb Cake


Cake is good for morale. Or, as Julia Child said; “a party without cake is just a meeting” (thank you to the lovely Loveyoubig for reminding me of that nugget of wisdom).

I’m all for finding small reasons to celebrate.

Here’s something that’s good for morale: libraries. In the local library last week, I picked up the below on a whim.

And so, at the end of  the last few grinding days with a wee one nursing a rattling cough and streaming nose  I’ve taken the first steps in my happiness project. In that open parentheses between the moment Will slips off to sleep and before dinner is served, I’ll take refuge with …

Smoked Paprika, Sweet Potato, Red Lentil and Chickpea Soup


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


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 …