Tuesday 23 December 2008

Goodwood Speed Revival September 2008




I bagged some yanks!
Amazing what I will do for some silk stockings and chocolate!

Monday 22 December 2008

My Birthday!









As always, on my birthday the girls and I go to The Angel Restaurant in Long Crendon. This is the way it's always been and I wouldn't want it any other way.
We start at mine with cheap Asda cava (tradition) - although this year it was Tesco 3 for a tenner!
A few curried sausage rolls later and The Angel is inundated by a bunch of tipsy birds, and we are herded to our table. I say herded in the nicest possible way, as Richard the manager does it with elegance, chivalry and patience, but with the aid of a cattle prod!

The food never fails to be just perfect and completely delicious. I think the biggest test of any restauranteur is the Christmas party. If you can deliver food at a very high standard to big, busy tables complete with a bunch of inebriated people - who often have no idea what they are ordering (me!)- and do it with a smile, then you are absolutely fabulous. The Angel does this every time. I've never had a dud meal there and I always have the best time.

Apparently I had the nutty requirements of Maria Carey on the night - I blame my new purple shoes. I couldn't walk outside with them on, just incase I stumbled or got them muddy! So I had to be ferried right up to the front door.....I didn't think this was too demanding. But perhaps the fluffy white kittens and the fifteen oiled and naked young men carrying me in was a little over the top.

But it WAS my birthday!

The Angel, Long Crendon, Buckinghamshire. 01844 208268 www.angelrestaurant.co.uk

Tuesday 9 December 2008

What a day!




I had the most momentous day on the 8th December. Not only was it my first QVC show...but also the day when my baby brother was born.
He came a couple of weeks early and surprised us all. He is the most gorgeous little treasure and a beautiful little addition to the family.

I have been an only child for forty one years - and I never thought I would ever be saying - 'Let me introduce you to my baby brother' - but I am! Isn't he such a squidgy little bundle of loveliness!

Friday 5 December 2008

Vox Pops











Thursday 4th December saw some of my fabulous friends gathered in my kitchen to eat my complete QVC food range,and then be filmed telling the viewers just how lovely it all was!
And I didn't have to pay them a penny!

They all fell foul to manners, etiquette and even the use of a napkin - my wonderful, delightful and amazing friends just ate - came up for air once or twice - and then ate some more!

That is what this delicious food does to you - it makes you embrace two of those deadliest of sins - lust and gluttony. Marvellous.

Above are some photos of the day....including film crew.

I'm on a roll now.....Christmas Cookery Demonstration.



This week I did Christmas demonstration number five. I'm on the home run now!
Actually, I really do enjoy these days - in fact I love nothing more than feeding people. Seeing someone eat my food and cleaning their plates makes me very happy indeed.

We did an seasonal menu with recipes that are easy peasy to cook and freeze ready for Christmas.
My very special Chicken Liver Pate with Warm Pear and Cranberry Chutney, followed by Christmas Pie (a good way to use up the sodding turkey!) and for pud, some pears poached in red wine, spices and forest fruits - with gold leaf (just to show off)!
I had six lovely guests, one lady, Karen who came especially from Guernsey.

For those of you who read this blog, you'll recognise Hussey Sue in the photo and for those of you who watch QVC regularly - you'll recognise my lovely friend Simon Brown! Known him for years!

Here is my special Pie recipe - instead of chicken, use about 1lb (450g) of cooked turkey or ham or both.

Serves 6

The cooked meat from one small free range chicken
2oz (50g) butter
1 large leek – sliced
2 red peppers – sliced
8oz (225g) mushrooms – quartered
1 small autumn squash – peeled and evenly diced
1 tsp of dried thyme
4 level tablespoons plain flour
1 ¼ pints(630ml) chicken stock (made from cooking the chicken)
1 ½ tablespoons of wholegrain mustard
Salt and pepper
1 packet of ready made puff pastry
1 egg – beaten to glaze

1. Cut the chicken into mouth size pieces and place in your pie dish. Reduce the chicken stock in a saucepan over a high heat until about 1 pint (570ml) in volume.
2. Melt the butter in a saucepan and fry the leek and peppers for 5 minutes over a gentle heat. Add the mushrooms, squash and thyme and cook for a couple of minutes.
3. Blend the flour into the vegetables and slowly add the strained stock, stirring all the time.
4. When it has thickened, boil for 1 minute and then add the mustard and season with salt and pepper. Spoon over the chicken and allow to cool down.
5. Now, roll out the pastry. Cut a thin strip, dampen the edges of the tin and place the strip around the edge.
Cover the pie with the pastry and decorate with any cut offs.
Knock up the edges of the pastry and glaze with the beaten egg.

Place on a baking sheet and cook in the oven at 200c, or Mark 6 for 30 minutes. Reduce the heat to 170c Mark 3 and cook for a further 30 minutes. If the pastry gets too brown, loosely cover with a little foil to protect the pastry.

Tuesday 2 December 2008

About time I did some more blogging

Well, I have tried to! But life has just got in the way.....My life has (happily) been rather taken over by my impending QVC show next monday (8th) at Midday....!

Over the last few months I have travelled, eaten, travelled, eaten, travelled and eaten - a lot. All in the pursuit of perfect British produce to sell on my show - what a selfless bird I am!

Last night Daisy took me to see The Kooks in London for an early birthday pressie. I love them - is it cos I'm sooooo down with the kids???? Or is it because I have a slight (and rather weird crush) on the lead singer.....whatever it is, I think they are fab and Daisy and I had the best time. She trained in especially from university for one night to take her mum out - Gawd bless her!

I've also been busy doing my Christmas cookery demonstrations (I've generally done Christmas about six times before the actual day - but never say I don't still have the enthusiasm!) and as of about an hour ago, I have bright blue Christmas lights hanging outside on a large shrub in my front garden. Very badly hung I must say - I'm such a hobbit and you need to be tall with a large bowling swing to get the lights to the top. Mine are around the bottom.

On thursday I am having some Vox Pops filmed here for the show. I'm gathering in all my neighbours and friends to eat the food range, drink the wine and then tell the camera how marvellous they all are. The Husseys will all be present - this is most important as they have been here testing the food range since it's conception. They are the QVC demographic as I keep telling them.
Sassy, 35-65 and gorgeous!


Okay, off to remove the cooked meat from my chicken for the demonstration tomorrow. And to re-arrange (again) the bleeding lights!

Monday 22 September 2008

From the First Officer

Had to put this up on the blog - received this email today from Howard's brother Adrian...see blog below!

Brilliant.

And all that.

First Officer Adrian Johnstone ESB MI5 DFC with Bars - Public, Lounge and Cocktail

PS Call me picky but the humble marine gastropod mollusk of the Melonggenidae family found in temperate waters has an H in the English spelling, making it a Whelk.

PPS Wholeheartedly agree Sweetcorn picked and popped straight in the pan for 2 minutes smothered in butter is probably one of the finest and simplest of foods that can be eaten, followed closely by fresh dug Pentland Javelin new potatoes served likewise.....

PPPS Iveagh up the road has made Jan and I some Mulberry vodka, has to mature for a few weeks yet but we will report in due course.

Monday 22nd September 2008







Dear Passenger,
Plane is in for a service today, so subject to them not finding anything wrong…your Plummet Airways flight will be leaving on schedule for Le Touquet….our departure time …is.. Whenever we are ready to go….returning promptly at …when we feel like it.
Lunch will be served at… some stage….followed by gastro gourmet seafood shopping… au bord de la mer….mange tout mange tout.

Suggest we meet at 0900 at the Air Park … in the main car park near the control tower…for coffee and croissant….let me know if you do not know where it is…that’s the airfield not the coffee……don’t forget your passport…bikini…Tom Cruise Rayban sun glasses…cycling shorts…phrase book…seafood recipe book…map…book on teach yourself flying….rubber ring...kite surfing gear!!!!

Flight time approx 1hour each way…weather forecast…hot and sunny
Let me know if you need any more details at this stage
Regards
Captain Howard R Johnstone BA KLM SAS BOAC BEA BMI

Dear Captain Kamakazee BA BMI VA DANDARE CDROM

Very much looking forward to trip and will meet at 0900 hours at designated MP.
Need to know whether plane has wings...or indeed engine.

Will bring parachute.

Lotte x

Dear unfortunate passenger,

Wings yes…engine works most of the time…bit old and rusty now…used to be very good when it was new…so if you could bring a few spanners along …just in case…always best to be prepared.

We do have a few parachutes...but they have been used so many times they are beginning to get a bit threadbare now!!!
H

Dear Dodgy Captain with suspicious plane,

Ok...will bring rubber boat and oars!


Almost three months ago on the 1st of July; and probably one of two really hot days this summer I went to France for the day. The stunning weather was only the start of a fabulous and rather decadent day.

Captain Howard and his brother Adrian, both really good family friends flew my Dad and I to Le Touquet. We had arranged this about six weeks before during a decadent lunch at The Angel. The sort of lunch that brings on a hang-over at nine o’clock in the evening.

Usually events planned during a lunch like this get forgotten, but not with Howard. It was planned with military precision, culminating in the above emails a couple of days before we left.
I think these emails set the tone, give you some idea and possibly make you realise that it was going to be a good day!

Take off was quick and soon we were flying above my village, taking photos of my cottage and then we headed south past London, onto to Dover and over the channel.
Clear blue skies enveloped us, and at one point I could see Dover and Calais – you always know France is close, but you can easily forget just how close it really is.

We navigated down the coast and landed in Le Touquet. Howard arranged bicycles and we rode into the town. Lunch of mussels and rose followed with a coffee chaser. Then a cycle, an outrageoulsy large purchase of seafood, bread, smelly cheese and melon.

There was a large explosion on the way back as the Captain’s tyre burst on the bike. Obviously we were quite concerned. We thought he’d been shot and were terribly worried who would fly us back – after all we had all this seafood to eat.

On landing at the air field, and really wondering if the day could get any better, there was a Mark One Spitfire, engine running awaiting take off.
The power of the plane was incredible, and sixty years on still had us all in total awe as it took off, barrel rolled and then did a low fly past.

So kind of Captain Howard to arrange it for us.

We all trooped back to the Captains and finished the day eating our combined body weights in mind-blowingly delicious lobster, crab, prawns, langoustine, welks and salmon, all washed down with some champagne.

Days like this happen so rarely.

The sun shines; friends devote an entire day to making you happy.

Thank you Howard and Adrian for making Le Touquet the perfect time.

Saturday 30 August 2008

Saturday 30th August 2008

I now know why sweet corn is called sweet...corn.

Because it really is very sweet and corny.

I picked some from our allotment about 10 minutes ago. Ran home, steamed it and then plunged it in a little melted butter. Salted is best.

I then proceeded to sink my teeth into what can only be described as the most perfect corn on the cob I have ever eaten. None of the sugar had turned to starch as happens when there is a delay from plant to pot.

The kernels were just resistant enough to my teeth as to give me the impression that they wanted to see if I was worthy enough to take on their flavour.

When they finished resisting and realised that I was indeed worthy they gave me the ulitimate prize – the best meal I have had in years.

A simple corn on the cob, eaten standing in my kitchen with butter dribbling down my chin and bits stuck in my teeth.

Glorious.

Monday 18 August 2008

Friday 15th August 2008

Just got back from a few days at Daisy’s new university house. It’s her second year and she is sharing with some fellow rowers. We’ve been there painting and doing up her new bedroom.

Now, I’ve got to this stage of my life with only a flowery hammer and four colour coded, feather embossed screwdrivers to my name; but a short trip to a hardware shop later and I am POWER TOOL WOMAN!

Subtitle – Drill Babe with cordless screwdriver encore!

No shelf, mirror, curtain rail or wardrobe door is safe when I retrieve my power tools from the toolbox. Yes, I also have one of those – it’s pink of course, with a smidgen of home-produced decoupage, as there are limits to my macho DIY exploits!

My first drilling experience was a little circumspect. My drill bit of initial choice was a little thin, so when I drilled into the wall, and pulled it out - I found to my extreme embarrassment, that the bit was still firmly in the wall, snapped off with half an inch left in the drill.

Got the gist of it in the end though– the mirror may only have needed four holes, but it covered up my seven hole mistake quite nicely.

By the time I had finished, Daisy had two rails, a mirror, a removed door (yes, that was meant to happen) and various Ikea flat pack assembled pieces of furniture. I hasten to add that Daisy did actually do an awful lot of painting and assembling. She left me to most of the drilling and cordless screwdriver antics – if only to laugh until she fell over.

One question about student digs. Why do they have to be so filthy? Is it part of the university experience to come out itching?

I have to confess to only taking one shower whilst I was there – and I had to knock back three glasses of wine to launch myself under it.

There are no recipes here – the kitchen was too filthy, hideous and bacterially abundant to do any cooking at all.

Tuesday 12th August 2008


Had a very busy time last week and the blog fell behind!
Today, in the balmy August weather (hah!) the Husseys got together for a picnic at our village recreation ground with the children. It was freezing, but because we are British and made of stoic stuff we made a point of enjoying ourselves. So, we ate our food, drank coffee to warm our numb bodies and whacked the wasps away with an empty jaffa cake box.
We tried and tested various versions of Millionaires shortbread (very important job) and generally ate our combined body weight in calorie induced delights. It was marvellous.
Last time we all got together, we went on our annual Hussey road trip!
This usually involves numerous emails to organise the time and place, supplementary emails to confirm food and drink and then continued witty notes to suggest the time of departure.
This year was no different.
Phoebe was elected in charge this year, and with her family military background, took the job very seriously.
So, for your delight, here are the email transcripts of our third annual ‘Husseys on the Road’!
And so it begins...


By my soul, forsooth and hail fellows well met by moonlight on yon midsummer eve, see details below....
Much Ado About Nuffink, by the Oddsocks theatre company.
7.00pm on July 3rd.
Tickets £15.
If you would like to go let me know and I'll book tickets. We can work out what to bring picnic wise nearer the time.
Phoebex

By sooth, how moon does pass over sun with haste these yonder days. Beseech my comrades, my part in this fair and pleasant night will be for sured. March on good wenches to Waitrose and prepare ye all a feast for many…..
Robyn x

Fore sooth 'n it wot’eva...I'll be there!
Lotte xxxx

Only coming if poncho woman is there with white chocolate thingy
(note: Poncho woman is Caroline – who has a swiss army poncho on her at all times in case of rain. Caroline makes a delicious white chocolate, cherry and nut nibble thing.)
Lissie x (aka Dods, Doddie, Doddy)

OOOooo, feeling a bit nervous now, hadn't realised that getting tickets job included organising food job!! No worries though, sure I'm more than up to the challenge. Looks like we won't be able to meet so let's do it online.
Wot have we got so far??

Lotte's quiche
Robyn's salad
Could Sue do her brilliant startery things again?
Caroline/Doddy any ideas what would you like to add - to either of these courses?

Also need to decide wine etc. (and somebody did a brilliant Pimms job last time) Perhaps let’s see what food we'll have and then factor in booze....
Px

Well done Phoebe – you must know what happens when you put your head above the parapet!
So we have starters (Sue), quiche (Lotte) and salad (Robyn), pudding (Phoebe) so shall I bring potato salad and white choc/cherry? Coffee was good last time so perhaps if we could all bring a flask? Perhaps our table will not look so OTT this time?
Caroline x

Assume I’m bringing table again? Happy to drive as I seem to remember I was one of the drunken ones last year! Just let me know so I can plan baby seat removal…
R x

Can't remember what my brilliant starter thing was ( no - I hadn't had one too many! ) but I will come up with something. Have got two chairs to bring.
Suex

Very kind offer, must say. Will there be room? Everyone needs to bring their own cutlery, plate, glass and chair too remember.
Is one table enough? I have another smallish camping table.

Also, booze. Don't think we need a bottle each (!) but need to distribute the cost so someone isn't bringing more than their fair share... any ideas gang?
Sounds good to me. Do we all need to bring a flask? Two or three between us might do it and less to carry. Volunteers step forward now (I'm fwee)

On booze question actually, I see Dodds is still to be given a task. How about bringing along a couple of bottles of wine??

All thoughts/better ideas welcome. Doddy, see my last note re booze. Can add more canapes if you like, but p'rhaps confer with Sue.
Phoebe x

Love you all more than you know for organising... and Phoebe for taking the mantle!
plus, I am hobbling too at the mo due to my gin-soaked poorly ankle!!
What time girls?
Lotte xxx

I reckon 6.00pm latest. It can feel a bit rushed otherwise after we've set up and got everything out etc. How about 5.45pm - setting off 5.30pm? (I'm really getting the bit between my teeth now! If you're not careful I'll have you all marching there and back as well.)
Px

Fine by me!
I'll happily bring a flask and some cups.
Sx

So am i just bringing wine and elderflower and fizzy then?
Lissiex

Curtain is up at 7pm...so I would think we would want to get there at about 6, plenty of time for base camp and munching.....
Rxx


OKAY TROOPS - ARE YOU STANDING TO ATTENTION AND SALUTING ME AT ALL TIMES??

THIS IS WOT I, IS EXPECTIN' OF YOU 'ORRIBLE, MIZERABLE LITTLE WIMMIN'.....


Sue: Some kind of nibbly starter and one flask coffee
Lotte: 1 big or 2 small quiches
Robyn Salad (one flask coffee??)
Caroline Potato salad, chocolate thingy
Phoebe Pudding and one flask coffee
Lissie Wine,elderflower and fizzy
George Cheese plate

All bring own plate, bowl, glass, cutlery and chair. All squeeze into Robyn's car if poss. Robyn bring her table, maybe I bring mine too.

IS YOU 'EARRIN' ME? IS YOU ARGUIN' WITH ME? IS YOU GOT ANY SNIVELLIN' LITTLE WIMMINY COMPLAINTS???
If not report for duty, Thursday July 3rd, 17.30 hrs OR ELSE!
Sergeant Weiland x

Okay...just finished laughing at your brilliant email...tears running....you is wasted me girl on hypnotherapy...YOU should be taking your troops into battle...
Am a little scared though, so going to do two quichey things..bring all the other stuff required and be standing to attention outside my house at the required time and do exactly as I am told...quiver, quiver, shake...!

Thanks for organising it all for us....really appreciated....
L x



So, we are all organised and then I look at the weather, and ruin all those well planned ideas...

Don't want to bring a downer on the evening, but just seen the weather forecast....bit rainy...
Perhaps we should think slightly differently about our food....we may not be able to lay out on a table if it is piddling down!!!
Should we take a weather view (!!!) - tomorrow evening...or perhaps Thursday morning??
Lxxx

Oh Gahd. Find myself wondering about gazebos. Would that be just too much hassle? Agree about taking a view on food. Not sure what an alternative might be. M&S sandwiches and umpteen flasks of coffee??
Px

Weather still looks dodgy....I think gazeeeeeeeeebo might be a pain and also hinder other people's view...other idea....collect food together and portion out for each of us?
...or think stuff it and take it along and just get wet!!
L x

Ok – just conferred with Lotte – what do we reckon on finger food, wine, choc (white choc cherry by special request from Dods) and coffee?
If we all bring a bottle, a plate of finger food and a flask of coffee (or whatever you prefer) it will work wherever we are?
Does Waterperry have a contingency plan for torrential downpour?
Cx

Sounds good to me...I could do curried sausage balls!!!
Plus wine and or coffee...
Lx

Hi girls .I’ve cracked it! Just to let you know I hit Waitrose and I’ve bought:
Mini bagels, smoked salmon and cream cheese (on Lotte’s advice, thanks chef)
Mini scotch eggs
Mini roasted veg kebabs
Hope that’s ok.
Robyn x

Your food sounds perfect...looking at the weather now, we may be lucky! At least avoid a downfall....
I am happy to drive, just let me know what you want me to do...I'm in London til the afternoon...
Lx

You sure you lot? If you look at BBC weather for south, it looks quite nice from 7.00pm. No rain indicated and 19 degrees...
Px

Oops!
Lx

OK, I can see I've totally lost control of my troops so have also been to Waitrose and got fruit pud pots and lemon drizzle bites. Will bring coffee flask, but a bit short on coffee cups. Does anyone take sugar?
Am also v. happy to drive. Have seven seats in the car, but not much boot. Can decide that later praps.
Sergeant Major Weiland x

Sorry Phoebe (aka Brigadier commander person) – looks as if the weather will be absolutely fine this evening but Plan B is easier than Plan A and we will not have an embarrassingly overburdened table to shrug off in front of everyone on their rugs with a cucumber sandwich.
Cx

Soz. Confused of Lupin Cottage just wants confirming what I’m meant to be doing then

-still want table?
-Are we doing finger food for ourselves only, or converting what we were doing into finger food? Any requests on what I do as try as I might I don’t think I can make a couscous salad finger food!!!
Rx

I've completely lost what is going on! I'm guessing it is now finger food so I have made some mini spinach and parmesan muffins and will do baby tom/basil/mozzarella sticks. Tried to get quails eggs for Caroline but no joy in Waitrose or Newitts. I'm down for a flask of coffee too and will bring some plastic beakers
Sue x

Yes, you've got the right idea.
Troops deserted/gone AWOL.
Sarn't Major Weiland demoted to Private. Natives running amok - and you're worrying about quails eggs??
Px

Am at work with loaves of bread and coronation chicken filler and will make then before I leave...will meet you at Waterperry at 5.45....have bought umbrella in Sainsbury petrol station so am ready for all...
Lissiex


Heavily burdened with too much food as usual and after a back breaking ascent up a small path to our pitch, we set up our picnic – aka Base Camp Everest. The food was delicious, we ate until our foldaway chairs squeaked at the seams and we had the best time possible. Oddsocks were completely fabulous and very, very funny. Much Ado was panto style and the cast had the audience hooting with laughter. Even when Sue opened another bottle of fizz mid-performance with an embarrassingly huge pop it was brought to attention in a very amusing way. We’ve never allowed Sue to live that one down.




Hello Girls!!
What complete and utter fun it was last night...thanks so much Phoebe for gathering together your errant troops....
I had a ball.....
www.oddsocks.co.uk
Have a look at their website.....
Anyone fancy their Les Miserables panto in December in Warwick! I think it would be hilarious....
I'm up for it
Lottexxxx

Here here – well done Phoebe and thanks to everyone for lovely grub…..paying for overindulgence this morning though – need to be near loo!
Yes – reckon Les Mis in Warwick would be a proper larf….up for it in principle.
Cx

Yes heartily agree, thanks Phoebe, thought it was great fun, certainly popped my cork!
Sue x

Yes, lovely time, fab weather, food, featricals....what more could we ask for? Like the idea of Lane trip to panto. Bout time the kids got to see a decent one. Is Warwick far??
Px

Hear hear on great night, food, company etc. Went to bed feeling like a beached whale.
Les Mis would be hysterical. Count me in!
Rx

I wonder just how many emails it will take to organise a harmless panto trip?

Dear Oddsocks
Just wanted to let you know that I think your are all completely brilliant. I saw Much ado last night at Waterperry Gardens and as I said to the cast...best Bard I have EVER seen. Hilarious, clever and over flowing with talent...thank you for a bloody marvellous time!
Best Wishes.
Lotte

Dear Lotte,
Many thanks for your email. Really glad you enjoyed the performance. I shall pass on your email to the cast, kind words such as yours keep the team going when the going gets tough!

All best
Elli Mackenzie
Producer
ODDSOCKS PRODUCTIONS
01773 540962


Recipe for Lotte's Quiche - that she usually brings, but this time didn't because of the weather (!) - Available Soon.

Tuesday 12 August 2008

Monday 11th August 2008

Got a postcard for Dods today. She’s on holiday in Cornwall.
She wrote:

‘Couldn’t be arsed. But it’s the thought that counts.’ x

Bonkers!
We've been friends for almost twenty five years and trained as chefs together.She is quite mad and possibly the only person in the world who can make me laugh until I’m sick.

Monday 4 August 2008

Sunday 3rd August 2008



So much for getting into the garden yesterday – it rained ALL day!

Today I managed it for an hour, and in the afternoon went to the allotment. I share it with my neighbours, Robyn and Simon.

Oh, we were so excited when we got it three years ago. Drew plans, imagined spending afternoons in a little shed boiling up the sweet corn and new potatoes grown by our increasingly green fingers. We contemplated the tinkering about among the cabbages and beans, whilst indulging ourselves in a little weeding - all helping to nurture the bounty we would bring home.

Yeah, right.

First year: Dug over hideous mare’s tale and couch grass. Rotavated it and sliced roots of said mares tale and couch grass into thousands of pieces, making thousands of new plants, which thrived in hot gorgeous summer.

Trimmed around the old raspberry canes lovingly, planted some sweet corn and leeks. Looked at our enormous allotment and said we would dig a few feet at a time, (well actually, Simon did most of the digging. I had better mention that otherwise I might find a spade through my window) as we had all the time in the world. We watered our allotment with pride and affection and scattered the seeds of carrots and beetroot in the freshly tilled earth.

We went away for a couple of week’s holiday.
We came back to our allotment covered in mare’s tale and couch grass and no sign of our beautiful baby plants.

Second Year: Dug over hideous mare’s tale and couch grass. Rotavated it and sliced roots of said mare’s tale and couch grass into thousands of pieces. Didn’t care.

Couldn’t understand why none of the other allotments had these weeds. Maybe (only slight paranoia here) they shoved it all onto ours.

Simon dug half way down our allotment. We had all the time in the world.

Actually, no we didn’t. We were all working full time, (I was filming in Devon for Country file) Robyn was about to have some twins, it was raining ALL the time, our leeks bolted, the cabbage white caterpillars had eaten our cabbages, the beetroot, just wasn’t beetroot and – this is the real killer – the lovingly tendered, yet old raspberry canes had all been blown over and uprooted.

But we did have a fabulous year for parsnips. And, no one else on any of the other allotments, had as many as us! Hah!

Our runner beans were exceptional too – all that rain, and I made about twenty jars of bean pickle.

However, Robyn and Simon and I decided that we didn’t want to do it the next year. But none of us was brave enough to tell the other. So, we kept quiet and consequently we had the allotment for another bloody year!

Third Year: Actually, I think we may finally be getting things right now. Simon bought a very romantic Christmas prezzie for Robyn – some black sheeting to prevent weeds. So it’s been laid down and the plants, carefully planted in cut out holes, by Robyn.

I’ve planted and brought on a lot of seeds – although the purple sprouting broccoli has gone down the neglected route – and we are finally reaping what we have sown.

Today, we picked beans, peas, enormous patty pan squashes, carrots and potatoes. Our sweetcorn, always an embarrassing failure is looking completely fabulous, our leeks haven’t bolted as we planted them later.

My back prevents me from too much digging (honest!), so I stood by while Robyn dug the potatoes. It’s like digging for gold, and you can risk over exciting yourself when you find one, today was no exception. We had a little potato dance every time one popped out of the soil. A few were the subject of decapitation (can you decapitate a potato?) as the spade went through them – but as I said to Robyn, they come ready chipped!

Honestly, there is so much wonderful food on the allotment; I think we must be doing something right. It doesn’t feel quite as much of a chore - and it’s always nice to go to the pub on the way back.

But,I’m giving up my share this year – I think Robyn and Simon are going to carry on – now they have the sexy black sheeting!

I shall extend my vegetable patch instead. Much easier!

Recipe for Allotment soup.
Anything you can find – shove it in! - Available soon.

Saturday 2 August 2008

Friday 1st August 2008





Have spent the day with Keith – my super duper website chap. We’ve been setting up my blog, which you are all now reading.

I get a little stir crazy in front of a computer all day.
I am a practical person and I need to be on the move and busy. If I’m not cooking I’m writing recipes, if I’m not doing that, I’m in meetings, if I’m not in meetings I am in my garden. If I’m not in my garden, I’m usually tussling with the M40 and M25.

I indulge in a hammock moment when I can in the summer. Usually it’s not my fault. I may be working in the garden, dead heading, planting or hanging the washing out, and the hammock is there, mocking me, taunting me, beckoning me to have a moment with it.
I’ll think, okay, just a ten minute swing. I’m incapable of resisting.

Invariably, I wake up an hour later, with my mouth open and a little (un-lady like) dribble attached to my chin.
What can a girl do? The hammock has magical powers, especially when it’s covered in a cosy blanket and cushions.

Today at six 0’clock I had a moment. I woke up just in time for Gardener’s World.

I am so glad I did because I saw my friend Toby Buckland on it. I knew he had been doing some filming with them, and he was as I thought he would be – brilliant.
Toby comes over as such a nice, natural bloke. Approachable, incredibly knowledgeable and, I think, perfect for GW. He won a gold medal for Best Show Garden at GW Live this year with his Eco Garden.

For the last couple of years, Toby has joined me on a Kitchen/Garden Demonstration Day here. I demo a light lunch in the morning – this year the main course was salmon, pea and mint fishcakes with home-made tartar sauce. Toby joins us for lunch and then takes over in the afternoon. He takes people around my garden (hopefully avoiding the weeds and ground elder), and tells them all they need to know, to garden successfully.

He brings plants to give away and willow to teach us to make plant supports. Making them is rather like the Generation Game, but it is a brilliant idea for natural planting stakes. Toby gave me a chilli plant this year, which is apparently the hottest chilli ever. I haven’t managed to kill it yet.

I did get a mild chastisement from him over the grass around my rose hedge (still haven’t got rid of it from last year!) and some advice on what to grow up my climbing rose which only flowers in June – a clematis.

I’m going into the garden tomorrow. I shall plant the roses I bought the other day (small harmless addiction, can’t get enough of them, running out of placing to plant them). I have been so busy of late that my garden has been slightly neglected. There is one bed in particular which is looking very sorry for itself.

Watching GW is enthusing. I really hope we see more of Toby on the show. It spurs my love of gardening and removes the lethargy which bad weather can bring. My garden is my sanctuary. I do it all myself and am never happier than when I am pottering around in it.

Tomorrow, I shall don my gardening gloves (as much as I love the feeling of mud, I have to keep my nails clean for cooking) and do my best to ignore the temptation of the hammock. For a while at least.
Recipe – Salmon, Pea and Mint Fishcakes with Tartar Sauce - Available Soon.

Friday 1 August 2008

Wednesday 30th July 2008

Yesterday I had a delivery of pies to taste for my QVC range.
Imagine my anguish when I ate one of them and realised how completely scrumptious they were.
I had a big problem.

Eat them all myself and risk bottom enlargement or send out a call to the Husseys for help.
Call I did. And they came. Caroline, Sue, Robyn and Daisy (not an official hussey - but actually a good tapestry girl - although she’d hate to admit it!) and me. Phoebe and Doddie are away on holiday (More on Phoebe soon).

Eight pies went into the Aga. Eight pies came out. Eight pies sat on a huge plate and were cut into slices. The Husseys dived in with forks in hand.

There was nothing left. Not a crumb. We couldn’t stop. We had no self-control.

It was desperate.

It was a hot day, what were we thinking?

We had no choice.

We didn’t care as we wiped crumbs from our faces, brushed back our hair, straightened our napkins and sat up and surveyed what was left from our feeding frenzy.

We behaved badly. It was liberating.

They were good pies.

Monday 28th July 2008

Got up really early to tweak the recipes from last Friday’s shoot before Celia and Liz arrived for a day’s teaching.
The sky was doing a marvellous impression of a Turner painting, the flowers in the garden were being charitable and behaving like a perfect Monet. Honey did a small pirouette in middle of the lawn trying to catch a fly; I’m sure she was doing her best to imitate one of Degas’ famous ballerinas. However, I thought it looked more like one of the tutu clad hippos out of Fantasia. I didn’t say a word as I didn’t want to upset her too early in the day!
It had the appearance of the perfect summer’s morning... hot, a little sultry but quite dazzling. Until, I glanced in the mirror. The reflection looking back at me was a doppelganger of the infamous painting – The Scream.

That’s what a bad night’s sleep does to you. It had been very humid, and for some reason I was dreaming about buying measuring jugs. I just couldn’t get enough of them – lots of different sizes, makes and colours. I was unable fit them all into my shopping bag. They kept falling out.

Not sure what this means, not sure I want to know.

So, after my recipe fine-tuning, a non-surgical cream induced face lift and general panic over how many measuring jugs I actually had and, where the hell I had put them anyway, Celia and Liz arrived.

We had a lovely day cooking, Celia and Liz were stars because the temperature in the kitchen must have topped 100F and the pastry was playing up! I made us a big salad for lunch, full of goat’s cheese, bacon, soya beans, patty pans from the allotment and herbs and flowers from my garden.

I love being able to make a salad from herbs and vegetables that I have grown. A green salad can be terribly boring – but gather fennel herb, mint, lemon balm, chives, sorrel, roses, calendula, borage, chive flower, nasturtiums and lavender - and a green salad becomes a dish which is a riot of colour, and every mouthful of herbs and leaves tastes unique.

I’ve only discovered frozen soya beans in the last couple of years. They can usually be found by the spinach and the peas. Blanch them in boiling water for three minutes, refresh under cold water and then add to the salad. I also use them in risotto and casseroles.
Apparently – soya is really good for alleviating the symptoms of menopause. By all accounts, a natural form of HRT. Of course, not something I need at the moment- but...

Oh, Lord, you don’t think my sleepless night and nutty measuring jug dreams are the onset of - tum tum tuuuum - the change?!
Nah, I’m far too young and silly.

Recipe for and English Salad of Goat’s Cheese, Flowers and Herbs – and half a ton of soya beans....just in case. - Available Soon.

Sunday 27th July 2008

Stunningly warm weather at the moment. I can’t believe a month ago when I was in Ireland; it was freezing and pouring with rain.
I adore Ireland. I have had some of the best times of my life there. Everyone has a great capacity for fun and the most generous natures of any other nation that I have met. And, even though I have since found out my great grandfather was a Cork man, I only went there for the first time five years ago to film with UKTV Food.

I travelled back then with Martin the producer/director/camera/sound (there is a lot of multi-tasking in TV nowadays!) and Fanny. Our first port of call was Margaret and Michael Browne’s house. Margaret, or The Duchess of Cork, as I like to call her is now one of my dearest friends and my collaborator in various silly evenings. In fact the first night there, I discovered Poteen in the middle of filming, their wine cellar by eight o’clock and their infamous warm whiskeys by twelve.

‘Just one more small one Lotte?’

Yeah, that would be lovely.

‘Just one more small one Lotte? Go on, it’s good for you, it will help you sleep.’

Ok, just one more then I really have to go to bed.

‘Just one more small one Lotte?’

One more, then that is it.

‘Just one more small one Lotte?’

Slurring – I have to bed the stairs and up sleep teeth paste.

I left them all, including ninety-three year old Kitty (mother of Duchess) downstairs as I stumbled to bed. Kitty was still at it til four in the morning.
If you are ever in Ireland, and offered ‘just one more small one’ may I offer a free piece of advice. Say yes – they are delicious!
However, be prepared to do nothing the next day.

Since then, Duchess and I have stayed at each other’s houses a lot. Recently we went to Calcutta together for The Hope Foundation, to organise an Irish Food Festival. Bonkers idea, bonkers time. It worked, and together we also saw the amazing work Hope does for the street children there. I am now a director on the board of Hope UK – this was the reason for my trip to Cork in June.

Maureen, Michael’s sister, is the lady who founded Hope. She had invited me to their Midsummer BBQ. Apparently Hope’s patron, Jonathan Rhys Meyers was also attending...would I like to come? It took three seconds to say yes and a further thirty to book my flight.

I was hoping Jonathan would take one look at my aristocratic features and offer me the part of his last wife (the one that didn’t die) in The Tudors. Ms Parr was after all a little older and I fancy myself in a bodice.

Unfortunately the lovely Johnnie didn’t make it in the end but we still had a fabulous night, I entertained everyone on the bus home with a rendition of Molly Malone – in my best pleasing soprano! Oh, how lucky they were.

The next day, Margaret had to work, so Maureen was given the task of looking after me. Which she did with great aplomb.

‘Lotte, just one small one at the pub? Dickie (her husband) is there with my son and some friends.’ (Oh, Lord, I knew where this was going)

Would love to Maureen, sounds a fabulous idea, but just one small gin and tonic.

I love Irish pubs – all the men talk to you. Maureen’s son was there with some friends, including Kieran who took a bit of a shine to me. I’m not sure whether it was my glowing personality or the fact that his friends had told him that I owned a twelve million euro house in Dublin, but he fell hard and proceeded to sing Irish love songs to me.

‘Just one more small one Lotte? I’ll pop home quickly and put the chicken in the oven, we’ll have a small one and then go back and eat it.’

Ok, one more.

Twelve small ones later, when the live music started I got up and under the hazy influence of good Irish humour thought I could do a jig.

Apparently I can’t.

My achilles tendon strapped up with a large tubi-grip and two aspirins told me I really, really can’t.

Still, I had Kieran at my feet, so it wasn’t that bad. His name is Kieran Leachy (pronounced Leakey). I did have to break it to him gently that I couldn’t possibly marry him. If I did, my name would be Lotte Leachy - and that is what I do when I sneeze or laugh too much.

No recipe here. The chicken was burnt to a cinder by the time we left the pub.

Saturday 26th July 2008



Phew, what a scorcher!
Needed a lazy day after long, hot one yesterday in London.

Ahem! I was on a photo shoot.

All the recipes I tested on Daisy’s friends worked (yippee) and they were brilliantly shot for the magazine.

Tonight, I had a delicious BBQ in the evening at Robyn and Simon’s house – my next door neighbours. I cooked a wobbly rose wine, sloe gin, blueberry and strawberry jelly for pudding.

Later we all wobbled home and luckily I didn’t wobble into my peonies. My path is old, bumpy and rickety and you always run the chance of destroying a perennial or two when arriving home in the dark and full of wine.

And just when you think you are safely up the path, you are subsequently attacked by suicidal moths hurtling themselves at the outside light as you fumble for the key. Much arm waving, dodging and general panic ensues as you drop the keys, pierce your head with the climbing rose on the wall and eventually stumble through the door skidding straight into a dead mouse the bloody cat has brought home.

Recipe for Rose wine, Sloe Gin and Fruit Jelly without dead mouse. - Available Soon.



Thursday 24th July 2008

In my office all day writing recipes and working my way through at least a million emails. Or was it two? Actually it was three.

I popped my head above the computer and realised that I had missed a fabulous sunny day, so Daisy and I decided to find a pub by a river for supper. We found one - a beautiful place for a pub, but unfortunately I have just discovered, run by a bunch of despots.
We want your money, but don’t expect service with a smile and whatever you do, don’t even think about enjoying your food in our lovely garden by the babbling brook.

I ordered scampi and chips for two with a side of onion rings. Obviously from the diet menu! When the order arrived it was just the scampi and chips.

Where are our onion rings? I enquired with a smile on my face.

What onion rings? They’re not on the ticket. (Slight accusatory tone) Do you have your receipt?

Yes, but just the card receipt. I promise you I did order them. Maybe the chap behind the bar forgot to press the button. He was busy. I definitely said Onion rings.

Ok, I have to speak to my boss. (chubby man with attitude)

Boss comes over.

You ordered onion rings?

Yes.

Well, they are not on the ticket. Let me see your itemised receipt.

I only have the credit card one.

Oh, well you should have the other one. We always read the order back when you give it.

He did, and he said onion rings.

Do you want them now? It wasn’t on the order, so you obviously didn’t say it.

Ok, at this stage I am afraid I may have slightly lost my good mood. Needless to say I mentioned to the chubby boss man with attitude that I wasn’t trying to steal an order of onion rings and dupe them enormously. I was just enquiring where mine were.

He, I am afraid has forgotten (if he ever had it in the beginning) that he is in a business that is there to make people happy. I’ve worked in this industry since I was sixteen and it has given me a fairly clear insight into what I and other paying customers expect, require and most of the time deserve.

So Daisy and I, suitably chastened ate our soggy scampi and awaited the arrival of Hussy Sue.

Sue got onion rings.

But her son made the mistake of picking up the tomato sauce bottle from inside the pub, (you are only allowed sachets outside) and had it snatched away from him. It was then replaced by twenty sachets of tomato sauce.

He is awaiting his ASBO for being so naughty.

Recipe for Oven Baked Fish, Chips and CIDER BATTERED ONION RINGS with as much home-made tomato ketchup as you could possibly want. Ever. - Available Soon.

Wednesday 23rd July 2008

Up at 4.45am...just so I could miss the traffic into London. I had a training day with QVC. The M4 behaved itself and I had time for tea, muffin and a gawp at Uri Gellar who just happened to be on the table next to me in the cafe. Good job I only had a plastic spoon for stirring. Could have been a catastrophe.
Got home late to a very humid garden, retired to hammock and then watered.
Stared at the two roses I still haven’t planted. Tomorrow I shall get the spade out.
Supper was a very complicated jacket potato with tuna. When I say complicated, I really mean it.
Whenever I open a can of tuna I have to sing opera very loudly. This isn’t an OCD issue or anything, just a necessity. If Honey hears the turn of a tin opener, she knows it’s going to be tuna. If she knows it’s going to be tuna I have a fight on my hands, a battle of wills and usually a cat attached to my leg.
So, using stealth tactics the SAS would be proud of, I did a (rather good, if I say so myself) rendition of Ave Maria in time with each turn of the opener.
I then proceeded on tip toes to the fridge where I removed the mayonnaise, cucumber, red pepper and celery. Sidled to the sink where I drained the tuna and sang Pia Jesu as I rinsed out the tin.
I then piled the lot inside the potato and ate it sitting on top of the outside table, while Honey sloped around me like a stalking shark.
I have a feeling that she may be developing a love of opera.

Tuesday 22nd July 2008

Today I return to the pool. It’s been two months since I took the waters at Milton Common! This is because my back has been playing up. I have been bent and tucked by my chiropractor Julie and finally feel better.

I have rewarded myself for the swim with a pedicure. A girl needs incentives!

I’ve received another missive from Fanny. Actually that isn’t her name, but she wants to remain anonymous.
We have this ill conceived illusion that we are modern day Jane Austens and, on occasion write to each other in Georgian speak. Fanny works as a TV producer and is also a fabulous actor. I haven’t heard or seen her for a while, probably because she is in disguise, so this letter was a lovely surprise.

Oriental Club, London.

Dearest Sister
Bath was simply marvellous. So calming to take its waters once again and it does the Colonel so much good.
We are now, as you will have established, staying at his London Club. I must own, I find city life rather too grey and busy for my liking but it is so pleasing to have the freedom to call upon ones London companions. We shall be departing for the Kensington countryside tomorrow. Not so arduous a journey as one might imagine.

Oh how I thrilled at our delightful sojourn with your dearest self. Always so hospitable, so companionable and with, as I always say, the finest cook in the country. You must endeavour to keep her on at all costs. This talk of her moving to London for some QC or other is most distressing and must be discouraged at once. Do your utmost my dear.

Another point which held my peculiar interest was that regarding the health of Miss Honey. Her recovery from such a dreadful wasting illness is indeed remarkable. I own, in fact, to never having seen anything quite like it. Do continue your special regard for her. I feel she needs to be directed carefully and yours is just the hand to do it.

By the time this reaches your fair hand you will have returned from your visit to Lady Someoneorother, I do hope you enjoyed it and look forward to hearing of it and your financial recompense at your earliest convenience.

Your room shall be waiting for you as ever upon your arrival in August. We look forward to it my dear and may even retrieve some wine from the cellar. Once more, so many thanks for your kind attention.

As ever, yours affectionately,

Fanny.

My reply. I really must get on with some proper work!

Cook’s Cottage, Oxfordshire

My dearest sister

Once again, I find myself sitting at my writing desk. Parchment in place and quill in hand to regale you with my joyful news.
I do believe that Colonel D’Arsey himself will too be overjoyed.

My short trip to Worcestershire was as successful as it was agreeable to my purse. Indeed, I am now able to oblige my many future social arrangements and connections.
Lady Someoneorother greeted Miss Honey and I with deep affection, as if we had known each other as cousins for many years. Lord Someoneorother was disposed to take very kind proper notice of Miss Honey.

A rather grand carriage arrived early at my cottage. Not early enough to miss the eyes of my neighbours and make us the centre of enviable gossip. This carriage, I am to make known to you, belongs to Lord and Lady Someoneorother. I have to confess that we did have a slightly worrying moment on our journey. I only wish that Miss Honey’s propensity to carry a little more weight than is proper hadn’t caused the carriage wheel to fall off.

With great luck and fortitude we were only delayed for a short while and arrived in Worcester for a light supper.

I fear I am so caught up with our journey, that I am not telling you of my joyful news. Gossip has reached me and has put me in such a glow.
Rumour that left us all so very vexed regarding my cook leaving to work for Lady Saunders, is just that my dear, rumour.

I believe the contemptible Lady Saunders and her odious husband, both of disagreeable character, started this nonsense without thought or consequence of my feelings.
It has left me with nerves in tatters. Miss Honey too has suffered terribly at the thought that the finest cook in the land might be taking her leave of us. So much so, dear sister, that she has taken to her bed, and is, as I write to you reclining gently upon her pillow.

I have been so happy to receive the news that your time in Bath was agreeable to Colonel D’Arsey’s health. I do hope that your time in the Kensington countryside is both enjoyable as it is diverting.

I am so looking forward to spending time with you in August. London is so pretty in summer with its avenues of chestnuts. I believe that society is quite at its best with the optimism of warmer days ahead.

Please do not trouble your dear selves with talk of opening the cellar. I do not wish to be an encumbrance. Just a small glass of sack to fortify me is all I require.

With deep affection

Lotte.

Celebrated Georgian day by making a syllabub trifle for the Husseys who are coming over tonight.
About three years ago, I decided after crocheting an enormous bedspread whilst filming Dial a Mum on ITV, that I wanted to start up a knitting/crochet group with the girls in the lane.
It took a while to persuade them, but when I mentioned wine, they all seemed keen.
Since then, every other Tuesday we get together and ...drink wine.
I am afraid the knitting and crochet has taken a back seat recently. We’ll get back to it when the evenings shorten.

Recipe for a very excellent syllabub trifle. - Available Soon

Monday 21st July 2008


Job number one. Clear up cat pee in old fireplace. Order logs to fill the now empty old fireplace and to cover up smell of disinfected cat pee.

Job number two. Glare at Honeybear, a lot whilst pointing at the fireplace.

Honeybear was once a very sweet ginger kitten with her own fan base on UKTV Food/Great Food Live. She was filmed in my garden while I was cooked, and used to receive her own emails from besotted viewers.
Honey went on to have five beautiful kittens. She did what some women are accustomed to do (that’ll be me) after childbirth - proceeded to put on weight. Honey’s last weigh in was a stone and a half. Please believe me when I say she only eats diet food...no one else does, including the vet.
She is still sweet, and I do adore her, but she has the hideous habit of peeing in the old fireplace. And for that I glare a lot, but it makes not a blind bit of bloody difference.

Job number three. Go to village shop to buy apples to put into pudding that I am cooking for the first time in my QVC cookware.
My samples arrived this morning. I cannot possibly explain just how excited I was when I un-wrapped the parcel. Actually I can. I squealed, did a turn of my kitchen, phoned anyone that was in, squealed at them, they came around, squealed and did a turn of my kitchen and then we celebrated with slug of my frozen elderflower vodka. (my elderflower vodka amnesty didn’t last long!) They look perfect. Pink and Blue with my recipes printed on the inside. Flip the dish over and my new logo shines out. It really is thrilling.

Job number four. Make the pudding for Annie and Susan. Annie is my agent, from now on to be known as Agent Annie. And Susan is a PR genius. We are to plan the QVC campaign. But not before we have eaten ... a lot.

Girls cannot work on empty tummys. This is a theory I have been working on for many years. I believe I could write a thesis on it. In fact, maybe I will. This will of course include returning to university and being surrounded by supple young rowers/rugby chaps. In fact that leads me to...
Job number five. Apply to university. Preferably one that does sport science.

Job number six. Cook all the samples from the QVC food range that is launching in October so Agent Annie and PR Susan and I can fuel our brain cells.

All looking and tasting delicious. All eaten in the sunshine in the garden.

Agent Annie has bought gorgeous baby Jake with her. He is twelve weeks old and scrumptious. With Jake, the food and the sunshine, we forget to discuss the PR campaign until two.
Told you ladies can’t function without food.

After tartlets, fairy cakes, eccles cakes, the ready meal range in its entirety, pies, sticky toffee and chocolate pudding and of course my QVC dish pudding, we feel we are ready to launch me and my food on the poor unsuspecting public.

Recipe Apple and Raspberry Pudding. - Available Soon.

Job number seven. Open door to Robyn and Sue. Two members of the knitting hussey (long story, read on). Ask them to make tea and feed Jake whilst Agent Annie and PR Susan and I finally do some work.

Job number eight. The most arduous of the day. Retire to the hammock and have a small nap to give me the strength to write today’s entry. Hammock time is also my special recipe time. I come up with some of my best ideas when I am swinging gently in rose scented breeze (how am I doing?!) listening to bird song and watching the clouds dance across the horizon. Hey, I can also write romantic fiction – can you do this at university too?

Sunday 20th July 2008

Woke up today with a slight niggle to the front of my head. Due in part, I think to that fourth bottle of wine we enjoyed enormously last night. I fear it is also as a result of bringing out the home-made elderflower vodka and four year old sloe gin – never again...not for a while at least!

Four idiotic friends, competing for the title of ‘best slipper shuffler’ in the morning.

This is my yardstick for a good night – do your slippers shuffle around the Aga as you gently put the kettle to boil? Or do they step up (excuse the pun) to the task of elegant morning person?

I shuffled badly and won the title for the fourth year running.

Daisy was due back at nine with eleven university friends from a party in a field. I don’t do fields/camping since last year when I tented up at Cornbury music festival. I’m far too high maintenance now. I actually took a hairdryer and straighteners along....need I say more? I’m still traumatised.

I can’t believe how much they ate. Luckily I had the other slipper shufflers around to help me. Twenty fried eggs, half a pig (I’m not kidding!), forty or so blueberry pancakes, four loaves of stunning bread I’d pilfered from my QVC cake baker AND four pounds of Musks sausages from my favourite sausage maker in Norfolk.

Recipe for Blueberry Pancakes and Maple Syrup sauce - Available Soon.

Now, just when I thought it was safe to retire to my hammock in the garden, I remembered that my brisket simmering away in my slow cooker was ready. All weekend, in between cooking for lovely girls and strapping young rowing men (wahey!) I have been testing recipes for a magazine photo shoot next Friday. Luckily they regained their appetites and I pressure cooked some potatoes (I love my pressure cooker - not scary at all) and made some butter and chive mash to go with the pot roasted brisket.

Not really perfect fare for a hot July afternoon. But what can you? It needed eating, and not by me. My bottom and thighs don’t need butter and brisket in their life.

Recipe for Pot Roasted Brisket in Ale with Mash - Available Soon.

Last night, Doddie (weird name, long story, read on) Sian, Gilly and I ate chicken and mushroom pie, mash, peas and steamed chocolate and almond pudding – again remnants from my recipe testing. The recipes are good...my cooking after the above bottles of wine not quite so good.
But that is to be expected.

Recipes for Chicken, Leek and Mushroom Pie and Steamed Chocolate and Almond Pudding - Available Soon.

Mowed lawn. Stared at two new roses I’ve bought and not planted yet. I’ll do it tomorrow. Bed early, after Top Gear fix and large jacket potato. Daisy at work. Honeybear, hairy and enormous on my bed. (long story, read on).