The WW Foodie

Despite the fact that I am thirty and distinctly non Middleton-esque, my father still calls me “Princess” without a hint of irony. So I was ...

This may sound like an absolutely ridiculous thing to say but I realised last night while pottering around the kitchen, that the thing I rea...

And apparently I did too. What a very lovely day it was too, thanks in no small part to my amazing parents (who not only paid but were a c...

Yes, I know it’s practically the end of the week and far too late for any meaningful meal planning but it’s time to get back to reality and ...

I know that this has been less of a foodie on a diet blog lately than a foodie getting married, losing the will to cook and eating out a bit...

Greetings pop pickers, and a very happy Sunday to you all. A little while ago I was contacted by a lovely man called James asking if he co...

I’m in a reflective mood at the moment. It’s only natural I suppose, what with a wedding coming up. Like most girls, when I got engaged I ...

As per my last post, my eating habits appear to have devolved recently. What better way to get those foodie juices flowing this weekend than...

You may have noticed a lack of posting lately. So pull up a pew and let’s get you updated. Firstly, since this is primarily a blog about f...

I’m back from the wilderness. That is to say, back from a week and a half at a training centre in the back of beyond (well, a couple of mile...

No meal planning for me this week. I'm off to deliver a training course which means four days of school dinners and medicinal gin and to...

I write this while sitting on a train heading off to Manchester for a couple of days. Sadly for business rather than pleasure, although I do...

Many years ago, facing the prospect of her two children flying the nest and a husband who had a long commute and regular late night me...

So, the hen night. Despite requesting a discreet, classy affair I nevertheless found myself walking through Central London in a pink tutu wi...

So, last Saturday D and I, along with my brother (D2) and his wife (V) kept a longstanding date with one Mr Heston Blumenthal. Or rather, He...

Just for you, Starfish!! Anyone who has ever followed the Weight Watchers plan with any degree of seriousness will have been indoctrinated...

This week we will mostly be eating down the cupboards and the freezer. It’s the end of the month, the credit cards are groaning and next we...

Catchy title, eh? It struck me that a lot of the recipes listed in this blog are of the ooey-gooey, stodgy variety, often featuring some s...

In which we are introduced to a York institution and cook a delicious (Miss) dahl. Sometimes, only a curry will do. But long time WWers, a...

What, Monday already?? My last couple of meal plans have been a little on the vague side. But a sudden resurgence of my WW mojo means that t...

Yet again, my photo makes this incredibly tasty dish look pale and anything but interesting. You'll just have to take my word that this ...

The last menu planning post I did was two weeks ago, and I still haven’t managed to cook all of the dishes from it. It seems to have had som...

…When your hangover lasts the whole of Sunday. It’s very distressing. Admittedly, we did hit the pub at about noon on Saturday and kept g...

I love chicken Caesar salad. It’s become a bit of a cliché, hasn’t it, a stalwart of a certain type of restaurant menu. I don’t care. I t...

…Pretty much the highlight of your weekend was a trip to Waitrose. I love Waitrose. Usually, I refuse to set foot in any supermarkets, pre...