twenty treats.

  {chocolate chips baked with my boy on Saturday while sick baby slept and Daddy took Bear to soccer} We love to bake around here. There’s nothing like the smell of warm cake or fresh biscuits to bring the kitchen to life. The boys excitedly drag chairs over, and Butterfly will perch up on the bench, and then the squabbling begins. I want to put

slice of nice.

Firstly, I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone who left me such positive feedback on the fabric, both here and on Facebook. I was so unbelievably nervous launching it, that it was wonderful to have such a warm reception, even if it is simply my friends being nice!     The best part about having visitors, aside from the visitors themselves,

Hapy birthday to…Pooh Bear?

The day stretched out before us, nowhere to go, nothing in particular that needed doing. As I wiped the final crumbs of breakfast from the bench, a small furry head poked around the corner. “Hurro, mummy” growled a low voice, which rose suspiciously as the boy behind the voice dissolved into giggles, and showed himself. “Mummy. It’s Pooh Bear’s birthday today! I think we should

baking day.

A little head at each elbow, two grasping hands on my knees. “I do dat, mama?” “can I lick the spoon, please, mummy?” “I has lick of ‘poon too, mama?” “bub bub bub mama, BUB BUB”. The old Kenwood churns away, adding to the cacophony that is baking day. Chocolate cake, biscuits. Maybe a slice if we have time. And all made with recipes passed

nom nom…

It’s been a funny old day. Hot, then stormy, then muggy. Hopefully another storm this afternoon to cool things off again.   Today was going to be a catch up day. After all the rain, I finally found the bottom of the washing basket. Four loads of washing await hanging in the laundry. Except it started raining again. Of course. So instead, while baby girl

yummy!

Cream cheese icing. Seriously. How on earth have I lived 28 years, and not discovered the deliciousness that is cream cheese icing? We made a carrot cake yesterday, and cake isn’t cake without icing. Oh. My. Goodness. It seemed criminal to waste it by putting it on a cake.   It’snap time & I’m crazy busy. Secret Santa, a couple of RAKs. A studio to

tea cake

Miss Butterfly, it seems, is a fussy one.There is something not right about making a new mother choose between chocolate & sleep. But for now, sleep wins. Soon, though, I may re-introduce chocolate, and hope that it doesn’t keep her awake all night. So when we wanted to bake a cake, I wasn’t quite game to attempt our old faithful standby, chocolate cake. I pulled

sweet & sour

Laden with fruit, the lemon tree begs to be useful. With a basket in one hand, and a small little boy clinging to the other, we answer it’s call. Bare feet cushioned by grass invigorated by unseasonally rainy weather, warm spring sunshine beating on our backs, we fill the basket. One. Two. Three. Traipsing inside, I assume the captains position, and issue directives as the

a rainy day…

… is perfect for some baking! “What shall we make?” I ask the board. “Biscuits with porridge in them, please, mummy”, says the big one. “Bikkie, bikkie, bikkie”, chants the little one. “Umm… no coconut, and no oats, little boy”. “Wah” says the big one. “Bikkie, bikkie, bikkie”, chants the little one. With a feeling of kinship with Old Mother Hubbard, I survey the pantry,

just chillin’

Sometimes, there’s nothing quite like a quiet day at home. Playing. Cleaning. Baking. Being. Just what a Monday should be! So I didn’t get the quilt finished. But it turns out the deadline isn’t as tight as I thought it was, so I’ve got a bit of wiggle room. I’m planning a big week of creating this week. A change mat. Perfecting (or at least