My good friend Autumn gave me this recipe after posting a picture of them on Facebook. They looked so lovely I had to have it. I should probably mention that she’s the most amazing cake maker in the whole world so anything she does is bound to be good.
You can check out her website here …
Actually, this is my favourite version. Take 8 minutes to get this in yer head. #serious #voice #queenofjazz #ridic #scats
(Source: Spotify)
Baby-led weaning… This is me and Elliot sharing a plate of beans, mushrooms and rye bread. Subsequent farts were epic. I was so proud.
Am wearing bedtime teddy in an effort to henceforth affiliate said bear with my scent therefore forging a connection that will allow me to show aforementioned bear to baby and ensure instant sleep immersion. Ha ha.
It’s smelling pretty piggy, I’m fairly sure tonight’s mystery meat, heralded from the within the freezer bowels is pork. I’ve fried it up with apple juice, added in a diced aubergene and courgette and I’m not quite sure what to do next. It needs to be both baby AND daddy friendly - not easy when one likes fat, salt and spice and the other likes sweet, bland and overlooked.
I used to think I was so smug, having Elliot fit into our daily meals, however I then realised, tucking into puréed sweet potato and cheese with carrot batons and cucumber slices, that may not actually be the case…
Mystery meat from within the depths of the freezer… Any guesses?
Bust lip and covered in smoked fish chowder. My little bruiser.
I’m feeling properly mummyish right now - baby boy is properly popping out the gnashers today and, because he’s the best at everything, he’s got all the best symptoms: drooling and dribbling; sniffing and snotty; clingy and crabby.
He hasn’t slept for more than two minutes today so when he finally fell asleep while I was feeding him I realised I would be condemned to the couch until further notice.
Expect a torrent of tweets and constant Facebook updates - anything I can do via my mobile I will be doing.
I’m hungry.
Vicky Christina Barcelona is a sexy film; I’m watching it with the cat eating regurgitated baby rice cakes to my right, crusty bibs on the floor in front of me and I have thrush.
Tom did buy me a necklace though. He pointed out that it doubles as a teething aid for Elliot, so, yeah.
I found this in the freezer, I don’t know what it is. Elliot loved it though. Great parenting.
