Showing posts with label Homes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Homes. Show all posts

Monday, 12 May 2014

Ella's Kitchen Cookbook

Have I told you that I have a new kitchen? If I haven't, I'm sure not why I've told everyone else; including people in shops and weirdos on the bus. (Wait, maybe that makes me the weirdo on the bus!) 

Anywho, in my new kitchen I've been doing a lot of cooking- and as I've been home a lot more recently (more on that to follow)- the three of us have been eating dinner together. 

As a result, I've purchased the Ella's Kitchen cookbook and may I just say, it's bloody brilliant. 



For a start it's covered in the excellent branding that you see on the Ella's pouches (that make you wonder why you can't eat them yourself!) and it's so inviting that you actually want to cook dinner. 

The recipes themselves are designed so that older kids can get involved with the cooking, so they're easy-peasy to make and, as if to reflect the attention span of knackered mothers and children alike, they mostly take under 30 minutes. 

That's actual 30 minutes, not Jamie Oliver's 30 minutes which starts after you've chopped 50 different ingredients up. 



So far I've made the curry, the four bean feast, the lamb cous cous, the courgette frittata and a few more. 

All of been well received by B and J (who is fussier than B) and I've lost half a stone from all the cooking-from-scratch. 

For the sake of good measure there are a couple of negatives about the recipes: Sometimes it's not clear what equipment you'll need from the start, so if you get halfway through and then realised you need something you don't have, you're stuffed. 

Also, J did comment that the curry was a bit bland, so I'd recommend keeping some chilli flakes in a pepper shaker so grown-ups can add their own spice. 

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

New Purchase for the House

We bought this wonderfully tacky lampshade from Englad at Home at the weekend.



Isn't it fabulous? 

That is all. 

Becky's Vintage Home

Inspired by yet another of my girl crushes- Kirsty Alsopp (basically I have a crush on all well-spoken, brunette women who wear vintage) I got a bit crafty towards the end of my pregnancy.

It is perhaps not advisable to spend your third trimester on your hands and knees with a scraper, sand-paper, paint stripper and two pots of bue paint- but that's what I did. (It didn't make the little blighter come out any earlier!) This is is result:


Please excuse the unmatching decor in our flat- we rent- but one day this dining set will sit pride of place in an expertly co-ordinated eat-in kitchen and it will all make sense.

It all turned out rather well I think, though J made the seat pads because, apparently I have a fear of staple guns. 

If you want to have a crack at your own Kirsty's 'how to' can be found here: http://youtu.be/aZLpYhnqEOA

  

Friday, 21 September 2012

B is for...Blokey DIY

Right now my husband is getting his 'dad' on. Every now and again he he has a dad moment where he turns into the father off of sitcoms.

His 'Dad' character likes to do DIY, which is pretty funny as he works for a software company and is much more confortable building virtual structures than real ones.

However, since I've been pregnant there have been a few instances where he has mysteriously turned into the instantly recognisable bloke.

The first was when we bought a buggy. He rolled up his sleeves, poured over the instructions, got all 'dad' about it- before getting really annoyed, kicking the unfinished frame, going for a lie-down and leaving (pregnant)  me to put the thing together.

The next one was when I ordered a flat-packed bookcase. He spent all afternoon putting together and recounts the story like he spent half the day wrestling a bear.

Right now, we have just received our cot. Due to a distinct lack of baby shops in our area and our distinct lack of car, this also came flat-packed off the internet.

He's attempting to put it together, whilst watching Blackburn lose horribly to a team who are, on paper, wildly inferior- nothing new there then. God knows what it'll turn out like but it is encouraging to know that inside every account exec, IT guy, premiere league footballer, male stripper there's is a 'Dad'.