‘Seven Great Days’ of breakfast part deux.
“A Great Day Starts With a Good Breakfast”
I’ve been living in the 1950s this week.
Does how you eat your fish and chips expose where you are from? hungryhouse.co.uk reckons so.
This year is flying by!
Newcastle gets it’s own cook book, and you can win it.
I get a ridiculous amount of people landing on this site looking for, and entering in the search box “who is the secret diner“. Like, really? I’m gonna assume you didn’t think it was actually me, and thought I would know who it was.
Where’s hot and where’s not
So…Christmas 2014 has been and gone. It’s been a good one, but I’m definitely already looking forward to properly getting cracking in 2015 and getting “back on the wagon” – in both actually writing on here, and trying out a meat-free and alcohol-free January given that the festive bloat is at 7lbs and rising…oh boy.
We’ve been on a bit of a health kick this week, buying only fruit and veg from the Grainger Market in an effort to cut down on the norm of pasta/bread every single day. The veg bit went well, but as for the fruit, well the bananas, despite a smoothie here and there, always outstay their fruit bowl brethren – and end up in one of my favourite easy bakes.
Reflecting on the last few months, and the end of 2014.
Supperclubs – all the rage, yeah?
Meat, fish, and a disaster on a plate.
Let’s face it, it has now been 48 years of hurt, and England aren’t going to win the world cup this time round either.
It is done. On some level I succeeded, but not without cheating here and there. Friday afternoons at work are just filled with eats and treats, so the ice lolly and beer were just way too tempting. Getting hungry and tired as I headed towards the weekend led me astray, and despite the promise of a fancy wedding meal at Wynyard Hall the very next day, I couldn’t resist. Sorry.