It’s Autumn, it’s official. I know that because I am wearing a brand new polo neck jumper which I’ve been desperate to put on for the last month. It’s barely dropped below 20 degrees, however, and it’s on and I doubt if it’ll come off again until June 2020. It’s that week of the year…
I’m back. Did you miss me? It’s only been a couple of weeks but I’ve had my feet in the pool and my face in the sun and it’s been bloody lovely. I have been spending time researching whilst in Greece, and by researching I mean eating fried cheese and drinking litres of rosé. Greek…
The summer holidays are here. For most that is, my boys have been at home getting under my feet for the last month, at least. The school holidays mean long lie ins, no Sunday night uniform washing and a lot, and I mean, a lot of meals. The only time there is food in the…
I hadn’t planned to post this recipe today, but the speed at which these Shortbread Jammies were devoured by my friends and family led me to believe I should share them with you asap. I had something much more wholemeal planned for you this week, but, balls to that, what could be more irresistible than…
Let’s face it it’s nearly time for the summer holidays and inspiration and inclination are both crushingly low. I have two large men children, not including Clyde, under my feet and my kitchen resembles a local café. Both of them are lying in bed so long in the morning, breakfast is a distant memory with…
As you well know, one of my missions, as a food blogger, is to solve, or at least provide solutions to the question, what shall I do with a packet of chicken breasts? It’s an age old question, well it is in our house, at least. At the moment, I am feeding 3 hungry males,…
I am celebrating tonight. George sat his last GCSE this morning so my nagging days are over, until September at least. I feel exhausted in every way, it’s as though I sat the 30 odd exams myself. I have shouted, cried, baked, hugged, comforted; every range of emotions have been covered, and that’s just me,…
Father’s Day is on the horizon again and for me, it means buying 3 bloody cards, even though I only actually have one Father of my own. The boys are perfectly capable of getting a card for Clyde, as is Clyde for own Father, but left to their own devices, no cards would be purchased….
Blimey it’s been warm this weekend and lucky me, I’ve predominantly spent it in my kitchen or sorting out our eldest’s bedroom ready for his triumphant return from Uni next weekend. The latter involved me removing all my Lucy Loves plates, glasses, cutlery and trays from his room which had fashioned itself into some sort…
Goodness me I’ve been writing Lucy Loves and rambling away for 5 years now and never featured a Victoria Sponge. I’m not quite sure how that’s happened as I must make this classic cake at least once a fortnight. Not only is this evergreen recipe my favourite, it seems to be a top 5 for…
