I’m a big believer in cooking and baking from scratch whenever you can, always nervous about what I might find in pre-made food. I wasn’t always this way, quite happily filling my cart with boxes of ready meals and ready deserts but once I realised how easy most of the food I liked to eat was, and how much more able I was to control the ingredients, I became hooked.
Now, the kitchen is my favourite room in the house, and I value the time I get to spend with my daughter cooking and baking. This weekend we made a family favourite, apple crumble, baked to a family recipe. There isn’t a lot to making crumble, which is one of the reasons I like it (anything with more than five steps has a tendency to put me off!).
If you fancy giving it a go you will need: Continue reading “Baked it myself: Apple Crumble”
So this week’s Music for Monday does seem like a bit of a no brainer in that I’ve picked Tom Petty, who – sadly – died last week. Tom Petty is one of those artists that I feel like has been around forever and whose songs I seem to know all the words for, though I don’t own all his albums. Even if it’s a song you don’t know, you do instantly know it’s Petty as soon as you hear the first few bars. His music was distinctive, as was his voice.
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A few weeks ago we went to one of my favourite places, Beamish, a living museum that we have visited every few years since I was little. Each time, there is something new to explore, which is one of the things I love about it.
This time it was a small church that had I had passed time and again during my childhood as it was literally 10 minutes down the road, but which had closed due to lack of attendance.
Beamish saved it, moving it brick by brick to it’s new home at the museum. It was actually moved in 2015, but we haven’t been since it was reopened. It’s a lovely little church, one I hadn’t been in despite how close it used to be to me. You can see a story of how it was moved here.
This photo shows it in it’s new setting, with a bit of tweaking using my photo-editing software to make it look old-worldly (not actually sure if that is a word but went with it anyway!)….
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So, it’s October – the 6th of October to be exact – and here I am, a week into my “new life”, the one where end up healthy, wealthy, wise and happy, or at least that’s the plan. So how am I feeling? If you’d have asked me that Monday the answer would have been panicked. I woke up with no job to go to, no emails that had to be answered, no one I needed to call or tell what to do.
It was the strangest feeling. I was convinced I’d made the wrong decision and that I needed to start looking for a job, any job, before my life was over. Seconds later, I decided that no one would ever hire me after they realised I’d quit my job without having another to go to willingly – what type of person would do that? – and just wanted to hide. Continue reading “My "new life" one week in…”
A few years ago now I did a one day “course” on foraging. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but then got round to after making that first initial effort. I think I’ll need to repeat if I’m to do it seriously, and safely, as most of what I learnt that day has disappeared along with a few brain cells. However, a recent conversation with my mom, reminded me about the rose hip and how it was supposed to be one of the easiest things to forage and to use. Continue reading “Did it myself: Rose hip tea”
One of the things I love almost as much as books is music. I listen to it – a lot – and worship at the alter of Spotify. I also have an addiction to vinyl, which I still buy when I can because, well, there is nothing like it really – the feel, the sound, the experience of playing a record. Still, I digress. This is a long way of getting round to saying I thought it would be fun to start sharing some of my favourite songs, ones I can’t get out of my head or have recently (re)discovered. Hopefully, you’ll love them too…or not.
Continue reading “Music for Mondays: Black Hole by Charlie Bliss”