The WW Foodie

Friday already! The days have really run away from me this week. An exciting weekend coming up for us; we’re off down to London to indulge...

This is the second risotto recipe I’ve put up in the last few weeks. I suppose at least I’m consistent – or dull, depending on your point of...

When you were a child how many times do you think you said “When I grow up I’m going to….” I know for a fact that I intended to eat Coco P...

Right, I think it is high time for another recipe.  And after recent posts on the subject, you would be forgiven for the thinking this has t...

This morning at work we learned that a colleague, who actually sat just across the room from me, had died unexpectedly. He was admitted to h...

Having burbled on about mussels in my last post, here (just for you, Peridot!) is my “recipe” for seafood spaghetti. I use inverted commas b...

....2lbs off!  Hurrah! Getting back to a meeting appears to have done the trick - for the first time in a long time, I planned out a week’...

So, the million dollar question this bright Monday morning is does: 6 days of stellar pointing + 4  3 gym trips – 1 boozy Friday at th...

D claims to have not been much into cooking before we met. He had three dishes in his repertoire with which to woo the ladies: bangers and m...

So my first day back as a fully paid-up, meeting attending, tracking-like-a-demon, Weight Watcher wasn’t stellar. But for the opposite reaso...

So, the deed is done and on Tuesday morning I will be taking my Monthly Pass and stepping on the Scales of Doom, to quote Peridot.  I suppos...

When I first started writing on this blog I was attending a weekly Weight Watcher meeting. Soon afterwards, I stopped. I knew the plan so we...

It’s a good job we didn’t travel the 340 miles from York to Tobermory for the sole purpose of sampling the local seafood speciality. We had ...

The Isle of Mull will forever be notable to me as being the first place that I camped as an adult. And also, given the uncomfortable, damp n...

Why are holidays always so short?  Back from a lovely week in Scotland - and a weekend of hiding at home in my pyjamas pretending the outs...

Oh, pizza. How I love it, in all its forms. From the thick, gooey, doughy hunks that make the perfect post-pub takeaway (Domino’s I’m lookin...

…Where will you be? I only ask, because I won’t be around – I’ll be in sunny (or otherwise!) Scotland on holidays and I’m getting a little...

Fortunately, the bright shiny ticker I have installed at the bottom of this blog (for my 30 for 30 challenge) doesn’t move backwards. So, a...

The 1st September always seems to represent a second New Year for me. I suppose it is a throwback from school and college days. Anyway, alth...

I haven’t added a recipe in a while, probably because my cooking has been somewhat desultory. But I’ve resolved to turn over a new leaf. Las...

Smoked salmon and scrambled eggs has been my go-to birthday breakfast for years.  As a young girl, I thought it was the absolute height of s...

*With apologies to Simon and Garfunkle. The last couple of weeks have been slightly odd. We’ve been cat sitting for my parents, who live t...

Ooooh, I’m SO excited today to have been nominated to tell all my tens of thousands of readers (optimistic, moi??) seven things about me. Th...

I'm all for companies trying to make "lighter" versions of things. But this  is just wrong.  A travesty along similar lines ...

I’m just going to come out and say it. I love Masterchef. I mean, I’m not known for my discerning taste in television – just ask poor D wh...