The WW Foodie

Lesley is very wise. In a comment on my last post she pointed out that there was nothing to stop me blogging about things other than food a...

I was chastised over the weekend for my lack of blog updates. The trouble is that my cooking and eating is a bit meh at the moment. I'm...

In which I discuss the art of dating and provide a very user friendly version of Heston Blumenthal's macaroni cauliflower cheese. D an...

Behold! Some amongst you may scoff that it is FAR too early in the year to be thinking about the C word. But let me tell you, these Heston C...

Regular readers of this blog will know that September was not the best of months for me: I started a new job, moved house and separated from...

I'm back! Kind of... This is my first meal planning post for a while, my first in my new home and my first as a singleton. Phew. I'm...

Thank you from the heart of my bottom for the comments left on my last post. You were all so kind; it meant a lot. I'm sorry I've no...

Once upon a time, about eight and a half years ago, there was a girl and a boy. They met, as girls and boys often do. They went on a few dat...

I've interspersed this rather meandering post with pictures from a recent meal we had at Carriages wine bar.  If you ever find yourself ...

I've almost certainly mentioned on this blog before that although I now live in God's Own County (Yorkshire for the uninitiated) I w...

It turns out that I am moving. Tomorrow. After weeks of delay and a torpor suddenly things have started moving rather more quickly.  We ...

After last week’s successful return to the meal planning fold (meal plan not only made but pretty much adhered to) I find myself in a bit mo...

Moving blows goats. There is simply no polite way to put it. We are currently living surrounded by packing boxes as we wait for the sale of ...

So, as I explained here a lovely goat called Ethel sent me all sorts of gorgeous ingredients in return for coming up with some fun and funk...

So the fireworks have been fired, the last medals presented and the Spice Girls, er, spiced. The Olympics are officially over. Back to meal ...

Cheese is a very serious business. I am a huge fan. Check out the recipe page of this blog and you will see that a large proportion of the d...

Humph. So the Hairy Bikers, lovers of beer, baking and butter, are on a diet and the BBC are paying them to make a television programme abo...

As you may know (because I can be quite repetitive) I am starting a new job in September. While this is, in many ways, a Good Thing, I will ...

After two solid weeks in the wilderness – Lincoln then Essex via Surrey and back to Lincoln again – I am home and slowly, gradually getting ...

Squeaky cheese! Hallelujah people – the frozen broad beans are finally gone! Long time readers, who no doubt take a deep interest in the ...

I met up with a good friend at the weekend, whom I hadn’t seen since before Christmas. Well – what a difference seven months can make! She h...

So, let me tell you how this weekend should have gone. On Friday, three of us were heading for dinner at one of my favourite restaurants. T...

Every recipe that I post on this blog is one that I have cooked myself and enjoyed. There would be no point otherwise, would there? But occa...

And there it was gone. The weekend, that is. How was it for you? Despite the dire weather predictions we managed to eat ice cream in the s...

Prior to us moving away, D and I have been spending some Quality Time with York over the past few weekends. We've done this year's S...