The WW Foodie

A good market warms the cockles of a foodie's heart. And fortunately there is a very lovely one a mere twenty five minute walk away from...

I was round at D's last night and he cooked the most fabulous supper that I have to share with you. It's another from Heston Blument...

Foraging is quite the in thing nowadays. Actually, strike that, I think we've passed foraging and progressed to street food. Or have we?...

Yesterday, after a day in the classroom, I was seized with the desire to come home and bake. This muffin recipe has been in my file for a lo...

Wow, it's been a while since I did one of these. But I am determined, determined to start eating like a normal person again rather than...

D (husband) is not the only important initial in my life who has a birthday in October. The eleventh of said month marks the arrival into th...

It has long been a rule in our household that no one (read: me) is allowed to mention the C word until after D's birthday. Well, that ha...

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 ...