Monday, 28 November 2011

The Red Cups

Monday, 28 November 2011
So I am easily sucked up into the "ZOMFG CHRISTMAS AT STARBUCKS RED CUPS GINGERBREAD LATTES I'M CAFFEINE INTOLERANT BUT GOING TO DRINK TEN A DAY ANYWAY" trend.

Shameful. So here's a great blog about the good and bad bits of this particular mind control franchise.


STARBUCKS CHRISTMAS (CLICK ME.)

...and you know what? My last THREE gingerbread lattes were terrible. They all tasted burnt. They tasted like the bitter disappointment of New Year's Eve, not the magical joy of Christmas.

It's totes all about Crème Brulee Lattes from Costa. Urgh, Costa. Never thought I'd find myself saying that.

Saturday, 26 November 2011

Prince Charming

Saturday, 26 November 2011
Today wasn't a great day. My only day off for quite a while and I ended up with horrific abdominal pain for the entire day. At one point it was so bad that I couldn't even walk without feeling like I was going to throw up... but less about that. Being house ridden meant that Rob was in charge of venturing to Tesco for food. For most men, this would be a dangerous and reckless feat.
Rob returned with (amongst a few other tasty bits) a joint of beef and steaks. Two different types of delicious beef from one quick shop trip. This is just one of a million reasons why he is perfect for me.

So for the ultimate comfort dinner, we cooked up some rump steaks and sauteed potatoes (which I fried in a homemade garlic and rosemary butter). I could have just eaten either of these things on their own, but together it was heavenly and now I feel much better about having spent my day curled up in bed. I might even go back later for a naughty nigella second helping. (Note to self, must get over Nigella obsession...)


Wine and Chocolates

Sounds like my kind of heaven. Wine and chocolate (specifically red wine and truffles) go together like me and seasonal gingerbread lattes of the decaf variety. But something a bit odd arrived in our house the other night which felt a little bit unnatural to say the least.





Chocolate shop wine. The chocolate lover's wine. 
On first appearances, this looks as though it should be incredible, after all, how could you go wrong with chocolate and wine? But it was just the strangest thing I have ever tasted.
 
Would I call myself a chocolate lover? Definitely. 

Would I choose to drink this wine over a normal red? Definitely not.

It's not an experience that I could put into words but it was definitely worth trying. Mostly for curiosity purposes. But I don't think I could drink a whole bottle, let alone a whole glass.

Cake Fail


I'm still not quite getting the hang of the baking thing. Here's a birthday cake I made recently - red velvet cake with vanilla cream cheese frosting. Maybe the awesomeness was too much and it blew the cake apart. With awesomeness.

Sunday, 13 November 2011

My Body is a Temple.

Sunday, 13 November 2011

I like to think I take care of myself. I eat lots of fruit and vegetables and am pretty active (as active as my back will allow). But somehow my immune system still refuses to work like it should. I pick up viruses like an evening standard and am feeling "under the weather" too often for someone of my age and lifestyle. I really don't understand it. Maybe I should put it down to my size, perhaps it makes me more vulnerable... ridiculous suggestion really. I do look after myself so I just can't comprehend it. 

Prior to this, I had been trying extra hard to change my lifestyle as I mentioned in a previous post. And of course my first port of call was Tesco. Because we get too excited about clubcard points and that smug feeling of 'No we brought our own bags - judgement upon everyone who didn't'. So let me introduce the most middle class shop I have ever done...

The most depressing part is perhaps how excited I got over the new covent garden soup flavours... and they were 3 for 2! I induled in 'Souper-natural': a pumpkin delight, a carrot and maple syrup winter warmer as well as a 'Jammin Jamaica' jerk flavoured treat. Only om nom is appropriate as a description.

You may have read the past post 'what I wrote' about making healthy breakfast smoothies. The last one was good, but this new one was EPIC.


I was genuinely excited about how good this looked. I could barely wait.
This one was more of a tropical concoction which contained strawberries, pineapple, kiwi, fresh mint, oats and honey. No spinach superfood in this one, but the oats kept me much fuller. Delicious and healthy.

Now that I am laid up in bed with yet another damn cold, my only hope is to ply myself with vitamin C packed juices and slurp chicken soup until I am ready to face the world again. I might also take advantage of the extra cuddles and concern it brings... I said might!




One Big Sausage


That is one big sausage.

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Gotta Eat 'em All.....

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Getting a bit art attack, I made these as a present for a friend.
(He loves Pokemon. Yes he is 21.)
They are fudge and white chocolate oaty cookies. 


Saturday, 5 November 2011

If I was a cupcake, I would be.....

Saturday, 5 November 2011
Editors Note: On further thought, this post is entirely ridiculous. Please don't feel you should read it.

Editors Note: I am trying to write this whilst a cat rubs itself all over me and the laptop. Very helpful Oscar, thank you.


I love these kind of questions, silly as they are. If you were an animal, what would you be? If you were a cocktail, what would you be? If you were a song, what would you be?
I think cupcakes are a great way to display personality because you can be so creative with the decoration as well as the flavours. If you've ever seen an episode of cupcake wars you'll know the extent that some people go to in order to push the boundaries of cupcakes.

If you're classing yourself as a cupcake in the 'If I were a cake, what would I be?' category, you're a pretty trendy cake, as everyone knows that cupcakes are "all the rage" on the baking scene. I wouldn't class myself as a cupcake on the whole, but let's not get into that right now.




Maybe you're a sweetheart cupcake. A dreamer. A softie. You love pink and believe in true love. (This is nearly me but not quite). These types of cupcakes are covered in fluffy, pink, sparkly, shiny, pretty things. They are flavoured with strawberry, bubblegum or marshmallow. They are the sickly, gushy cupcakes of the world, skipping down the street singing songs from Enchanted whilst being followed by bluebirds and chipmunks. Always dreaming of their happy ending.








Maybe you're the spooky Halloween cupcake. A different cake, it's a rebel but knows it's all a bit of fun really. It likes to strive for the minority and support being different.
With flavours like pumpkin, licorice, blood orange and dark chocolate, it's perfect for Halloween. Decorated in traditional Halloween attire, you might even think it's a bit of an Emo cake, but think again because it doesn't have a fringe covering half of it's face and it doesn't look anemic.
It likes to think that nobody else understands it and takes pride in breaking the mould.




Or perhaps you're the cupcake that's the height of sophistication. Often chosen for weddings because you just look right in a formal setting. Flavoured delicately with lavender or vanilla, it's light and fluffy and could be compared to a fresh summer's day or a chat over a latte. They are pretty cakes, with swirls and flowers or tiny delicate flourishes. It always takes pride in it's appearance and cares about the way others see it.




But me? I would be a cupcake that I made the other day. Pulled from the Hummingbird recipe collection.


I'd like to think I was a peaches and cream cupcake. Light fluffy vanilla sponge but hidden at the bottom is the tangy, juicy peach slices. Pretty pink icing, but it doesn't look too perfect (no where near in fact), with a cartoon yellow heart on top. For kookyness. Because I'm kooky, yeah? I'm writing a whole post on what sort of cupcake you think you are. Because obviously that was an extremely important issue that needed to be considered. 

I've put too much thought into this.

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