When the babymoon is over.

It hit me like a freakin’ freight train as I skulked out of the house on that damp and insipid Wednesday morning. Where the fuck am I going to go? I’m a mother, in my late, but still  thirties. I have a my bonny blue eyed baby boy, just three and half months old at the time of writing, a home, clothes on my back, a lanky, slightly scratchy female chocolate Labrador that will lollop all over your lap but protect me and my kids at the slightest hint of danger (dawdling man in late 60’s approaching wearing flat cap and fishing rod flung over his shoulder) and a mildly huffy, often too tired to talk husband and partner of 15 years. Yet I left the house that morning, and I walked. Not knowing where the hell I was going to go.

If like me your second child was ready to start big school and give you all the freedom a frustrated creative  could ask for, but instead you thought, no I’ll have another baby (bag one before i’m 40 syndrome I think we’ll refer to that one as), then you could be feeling my pain at this stage.

I walked out of the house and realised everything had changed. The visitors had stopped, the gifts all found homes and the baby shower clothes already grown out of and sitting neatly in charity pile. Mums had stopped approaching me with that crazed look of a woman in need of gazing at a newborn (it’s innate right?) and saying things like, ‘I love a newborn, but I couldn’t go through it again (Stick to ya guns girl), instead they amble past with a quick “He’s getting big now isn’t he” (yes and he’s fucking heavy when you’ve been carrying him for a mile up the hill cos he aint a buggy baby – care to offer a bicep?).

That’s it, babymoon is officially over. As I left the house that morning it may as well have been announced in a nasaley voice over a tannoy. “The babymoon is now closing.  Could the lady leaving number 60 please just crack on now parenting 3 kids. ”

Where have all the mothers gone ?

It’s not until you are rampantly navigating that three way travel system up a rickety uneven path (I’ve had smoother outings on a Welsh hiking holiday) and the drizzle starts hitting you in the face and the baby is wailing that sort of wail that made you look on unfavourably at the neglectful parent before you had your own kids, that you feel the loneliness seep through. Motherhood can be very lonely place, I’ve been there twice before, this is the third time. You would think I would have learnt by now.

Then it hit me. Communities and society are changing. We no longer live within spitting distance of our families. Our friends are all segregated, many have had to return to work or are running businesses as one persons income is no longer sufficient to keep one parent at home full time.  The mothers with young infants aimlessly ambling along trying to pacify junior with a ‘shhhh’ that creates more saliva than a disgruntled Staffordshire Bull Terrier are few and far between. They have wisely removed themselves from the streets (in the non prostitute sense) and gone online, where it’s safer, cosier and you don’t have to mount a three way travel system in treacherous conditions just to show your infant the trees  in an attempt to feel purposeful. Me “look at the trees” Infant “waaaaaa”

Yesterday I wrote a post on my other site http://www.thereddit.blog for my bookie fans about World Mental Health Day. I talked about the importance of emotional cues and how reading fuels empathy, unlike the digital world most of us hibernate in for vast parts of the day. Simply seeing a the slight curve of a smile when someone speaks or a raised eyebrow is how we have evolved to relate to and understand our fellow humans.

The old saying “If you can’t beat them, join them’ couldn’t be truer for me right now. As much as I crave real tangible connection with others, I know I have to be where the action is and right now the party is online. So I launched an Instagram page and gave it a name. The Mum Chums. Yes the name bears a hint of a dog food brand but it was all my mangled baby brain could cobble together as I hiked those lonely lumpy streets alone.

My aim 

I am a mum on a mission. Once upon a time I wanted to find some friends who were like me and read lots of books and wanted to talk about them. So I put a post out on Gumtree. This would seem like the days of a carrier pigeon or even communicating with smoke to those crazy millennials but guess what? It worked.  Book fans came forward and then 3 weeks later I was passing a tray of nibbles around to a handfuls of complete strangers whilst asking their opinion on the latest Lionel Shriver novel.

So I don’t see it as an unrealistic challenge to cobble together a group of mums, dads, carers, grandparents…whoever you are (child in tow is the key to this not so exclusive club) who like me,  sometimes feels there’s something missing. A real life conversation, a bosomy hug, someone to hold the baby whilst you try out that new hairstyle you saw on youtube (even though you know it’s two decades too late for that look on you), hearing the words, ‘I’ll get the coffees in’ or just being a pair of empathetic eyebrows, raising and lowering at the right times to woeful tales of calamities.

I’ll find you and I’ll hunt you all down and then I’ll drag you and your eyebrows out into the real world so we can navigate those precarious paths of parenting together. One unpredictable day at a time.




The inconvenience of grief

In a few weeks’ time, thousands of daughters and sons will be celebrating father’s day.

It will be the 5th time that I will not celebrate fatherhood with the man who raised me.

Four years ago, the first fathers day after my dads death, I spent time with my husband’s family. Upon arrival there was an air of awkwardness as the in-laws shuffled around me not knowing what to say or do. There were hugs and then words.

‘Thanks for coming. It must be hard for you. Especially on a day like today’

I responded too promptly ‘Every day is hard’

‘Yes but it must be especially hard today’ came their swift reply.

Although well meant, their words were for their own sake and not mine. They were worried how to be around me on a day that was all about spending time with fathers. A day where I was not to see or spend time with mine. But it was only back in the comfort of my own home where I could momentarily reflect on the day, that I confirmed again to myself, it hadn’t been one of the hardest days.

I had watched my children playing with their cousins, basked in the midday heat of the sun, nibbled on food fresh from a barbeque and sat contentedly with my husband, who from time to time would slip his hand in mine.

IMG_7218It’s the other days that are the hardest, as I had pointed out to my in -laws upon my arrival. The minute details of a day that catch you unaware like slicing some stilton cheese and enjoying the intense salty flavour that my dad loved so much. It’s looking out of the window at a family of birds in a nearby bush emerging from their nest and tweeting their evening song and remembering my dads fascination with the natural world.

Music is hard to deal with and sometimes2 I will hear a song on the radio that is so familiar, it fills the room with an over bearing presence of my dad. The nostalgia the song evokes is thick and palpable, wavering uncomfortably between euphoria and yearning.

And of course watching my young son giggle and dance, chat and play and know that he was just a 6 month old fetus when my dad passed away and that he will never know his granddad. A man who was worldly, clever, curious, enjoyed food and drink, nature, music and laughter. All the things that make someone human and alive, so quickly evaporated. Never to be again. And then my symmetrical frustration, my dad will never meet his grandson who is also clever, curious and enjoys nature and music the way he did.

39For it’s never about getting through one manufactured day without my dad,  It’s about getting through all the days without him. With the never ending thoughts and feelings that sneak up and surprise me when I’m driving in the car alone and hear a song on the radio and I hear the words count for my own sake. Or I’m reading a story to my daughter and suddenly I realise it is a story about loss death and letting someone go and my voice catches on the last words so I have to swallow my tears.

These are the feelings that I carry day to day, minute to minute. The feelings that those around me, close friends, family and acquaintances are fearful to know. They are unpredictable feelings that are aroused at times that are not always convenient to me or others.

25For grief isn’t convenient. It is raw, erratic, and ill- timed. It grasps you round the throat and constricts your vocal chords when you are sat in a meeting or as you gaze out the window at the sea views, taking in the strength of the waves and the vastness of the ocean. For you see reflected in that vastness your grief.

Time is strange thing and not always a straight forward healer. It is however a reminder that you exist without someone you knew so well and it brings hope that you can carry that grief through life and eventually find some way of existing alongside the enormity of it all.

This year, I am due to give birth to my third child, on fathers day! This will be the 2nd child that my father didn’t get to meet but his memory lives loud and proud in our house through music, toys he has built, endless photographs and of course the cheeky twinkle in the eye of my son.  I am looking forward to meeting our next child and finding in him or her all the things I knew and loved in my father.

I couldn’t imagine a better gift to myself or my dad’s legacy.


The Headless Platter

We’ve all had to endure some pretty hideous jobs and power hungry bosses, only interested in bums on seats and subordinates and superiors . I occasionally reminisce back over some of my darker days of the employment world and whilst they were some moments that made my blood boil, each time I experienced injustice, it made me all the stronger. In the hospitality industry you will always encounter those whom you would like to do unspeakable things to their food but working in private households is a career in its own league.

I’ve cooked for many well known people from television, film, the literary industry and royalty, including HRH The Prince of Wales. The job of a private chef requires striking a balance between immersing oneself into the life of your employer yet keeping a respectable distance and always with an air of nonchalance; feigning ignorance when a little too much private information has been exposed to you.

 You are never completely free when you live on site as I have been required to do for two of my previous jobs. The ‘could you just…’ moments as infrequent as they are, stand to remind you that you are living on someone elses land and therefore terms. 

Of the two live in jobs I did, the first was the hardcore bootcamp training for the second. By the time I returned home to Dorset to begin a 3 year stint as a private chef, the occasional fleeting comments to remind me of my status and purpose were like water off a ducks back. The one and only time a situation arose where I felt a huge sense of injustice, I approached it head on.

Unbelievably I endured my first live in job for several months, because we were situated in a beautiful part of the world and immersed among 125 acres of undisturbed countryside. Our only neighbours, 3 spitting alpacas and the rolling hills and regular woodland visitors to the garden at breakfast time made up for the draconian approach to employment. I can happily say that job taught me a lot about people, food and life in general. and stood me in good stead for my subsequent role.

 I usually steer away from the F word. I don’t believe in failure. I see our learnt opportunities to begin again, only this time much wiser.  And the smattering of class discrimination that marred the otherwise perfectly idyllic work and life balance for me made me truly aware of the vast array of human behavior and of course gave me whimsical fodder for my writing.
However farcical I write, there is an underlying note of seriousness that I must convey to you all. We may look back on upstairs downstairs or Downtown Abby as a fictional series based on events that happened in history and we must all be  aware of the drastic times we live in when many are barely getting by below the poverty line. But I have seen and lived amongst great affluence and when you realise how much wealth there is and then you look at the end of the spectrum and see the suffering, you realise the class system, whilst we may no longer refer to it as that so much, is alive and well, living amongst hundreds of acres in the home counties and giving their animals better care and attention than fellow man or woman…

A few weeks in as The Housekeeper /cook and Mr and Mrs C are in residence for the birthday of their eldest daughter Miss C the 1st, who arrives into a room with the same amount of melancholy as an emo teenager (she is in her late 20’s) that I feel I should offer her a noose and a radio head album with her morning coffee.

Mrs C was adamant she wanted stuffed mushrooms for the starter and even though my life time motto is that life is too short to stuff a mushroom I dutifully began the stuffing process.

I have always loved waitressing, being able to carry three or four plates at the same time and swishing my hips through the restaurant was my forte.I always felt in my element. I prepared the entire meal and then turned my hand very quickly from chef to serving staff. With a fixed smile upon my face I began the obligatory circling of the table.  Laden with fish and potatoes I had churned out for 14, with only the mangy feral vomiting cats for company in the kitchen, I began my tour of the table where I was promptly ignored by 11 diners. This was not like the funky cafes and restaurants I had served in for the best part of my working life.  This was old school.  This was 19th Century ‘scullery maid verses master’ at its best.  (What a great idea for a reality programme, don’t ask me for a breakdown of it – I literally just thought of it – Channel 4 if you are reading this, you saw it here first).

Undeterred, I moved on and approached one gentleman ( I use that term loosely) finishing an anecdote about how he had only ever changed a nappy once and instead of putting on a fresh one he simply turned it inside out.  I waited patiently as he received his uproar of “Gfwoars” before gently clearing my throat.  He looked up at me squatting next to him, the lactic acid creeping up to my thighs, smile fixed to my face now turning into gritted teeth and he pronounced

“Oh! there is someone there”.  I continued my sponsored squat, lactic acid now lashing up into my right arm holding the platter which incidentally weighed about 10Kg.

“I saw a platter appear and wondered if it had a head” he continued.

Oh, I thought.   Yes, indeed this platter has a head.  It also has a heart, an inside leg measurement and a preferred brand of tea.  But you and I will never get there.  For now I am a headless squatting platter serving you potatoes and fish whilst you entertain your fellow diners with tales of your incompetency in child rearing.

The next morning as I served breakfast  I had to endure listening to a half an hour conversation about who they considered to be the better housekeepers, as I slopped eggs and bacon onto their plates. With just two examples within the space of 12 hours,you can see how this level of oppressive behavior was unambiguous throughout my time there.

Headless platter man probably wasn’t trying to be a facetious (he really was) and the breakfast clan probably were not even aware I was in the same room as them.  But fairly quickly it hit home. How did I get here?  I want this lifestyle of beautiful countryside, freedom and all being together as a family but is this the con to my pro? Must I always sacrifice something in life in order to get something? Am I sacrificing my dignity, my feminism, my egalitarian views, my views on the class system?

I allowed myself to be in that situation for a short period of time before I bailed and abandoned ship but not before grabbing all the moments and memories I could to remind myself to never ever let anyone treat me the way I allowed that entire family and their friends to treat me on a regular basis. Julian Fellowes may be earning his crust writing about the socioeconomic statues of days gone by, but I was living it. Everyday. And many people still are, whether they are experiencing it first hand like I was or they are the poor wretched souls suffering for the disgraceful amount of greed that consumes those who feel they’ve earned, inherited or married into it.

The thing that saddens me most is that first live in job I did, I was not paid for. Not one penny. I was given a house to live in and that was it. In exchange for that I had to give 24 hours a week of my life to a family who owned more land than I could physically ever see and were heirs to a British-based multinational agribusiness and global providers of distinctive high quality ingredients.

It moves me more now than ever that I have my own little critters to drag up and eventually have to raise the curtain to reveal to them the blatant reality of the divide between the rich and the poor.

Food is a basic right and good food should be available to all. Especially our children. Whilst I post fun foodie pics on my instagram accounts and harp on a bit about good family food,  my absolute vocation is to make a difference and by exposing a little bit of the truth about the selfish greedy monster that hides in gargantuan pads, or obscures itself behind lush fields and forests, I hope to be one step towards making my mark in the fight for equality.

Roasted rainbow veg and tomato pesto

When spring and summer are just around the corner it’s time to start mirroring the vibrant days with a rainbow of vegetables that are coming into season. Many vegetables contain natural sugars and when roasted, develop a natural sweet flavour that are a perfect accompaniment to many meats and fishes


Rainbow veg

  • roasted rainbow veg
  • 2 courgettes roughly chopped
  • 1 large red onion peeled and chopped into large chunks
  • 2 raw beetroot peeled and chopped into large chunks
  • 1 large sweet potato peeled and chopped into large chunks
  • 1 red pepper – deseeded and chopped into large chunks
  • 1 green pepper – deseeded and chopped into large chunks

Tomato pesto

  • 6 cloves of garlic unpeeled
  • Quarter of a cup of rapeseed oil or olive oil
  • Sea salt and pepper
  • Handful of fresh basil
  • tomato pesto
  • 50g parmesan
  • 140g sundried tomatoes with oil
  • 3 anchovy fillets
  • 1 clove of garlic peeled
  • Pinch of sea salt
  • Squeeze of lemon juice
  • Extra olive oil



For the veg

  • Pre-heat the oven to 180 degrees
  • Add all the veg to a large roasting tin, including the unpeeled garlic cloves
  • Add the oil and a generous scattering of salt and pepper. Coat all veg with the oil
  • Roast in the oven for 35-40 minutes – taking out to stir half way through
  • Pop the garlic out of the skins and stir into the veg
  • Tear up pieces of the basil and add to the veg and mix

Tomato pesto

  • Put tomatoes in oil, anchovies, parmesan, squeeze of lemon and pinch of sea salt to a blender and mix until combined
  • Add some extra oil to create a thick but runny pesto consistency
  • Serve on top of the roasted rainbow veg

Seabass with brown butter sauce

Brown butter sauce is a really chefy sauce, so easy to make and one you can add to your repertoire to impress your diners with. Brown butter is made with one simple ingredient – butter! It browns by cooking over a medium heat and slowly browning. It gives the butter a nuttier taste and when adding other ingredients such as capers and anchovies, it creates a flavoursome sauce that can be used for many different meats, fish and vegetables. The recipe creates a really crispy skin on the fish. Double the ingredients to serve 4.


  • 2 seabass fillets
  • 1 tbsp. of plain flour
  • ½ tsp sea salt
  • 3 anchovy fillet
  • 1 tbsp. capers
  • 1 heaped tbsp. unsalted butter
  • Juice of ¼ lemon
  • 1 tbsp. of oil of your choice


  • Put the flour and salt on a plate
  • Cover the fillets in the seasoned flour and pat down the excess flour
  • Heat the oil in a non-stick pan
  • Gently lay the fillets skin side down away from you (so oil doesn’t splash back at you)
  • Allow the fillets to cook for several minutes with moving them around. Take a peek and when the skin is brown and crispy, then they are cooked on that side
  • Flip them over and cook for 1 or 2 minutes on the flesh side
  • At the same time as flipping the fillets, add the butter, the capers and the anchovy fillets
  • Cook until the anchovy fillets have melted. Stir them and move them around without touching the fish to break them up
  • Turn off the heat and add the squeeze of lemon juice
  • Place the seabass fillets on warm plates and top each fillet with equal amounts of the sauce
  • Serve with some steam fried vibrant greens


Chewing it over

Around 2- 3 million years ago, our ancestors started to use fire to cook their meat and tools to cut it. These small steps were some of the biggest lifestyle changes in human evolution.

chimpanzee chewing fruit Up until then, our ancestors had been ripping into raw meat with their teeth and tearing off huge chunks.

The chimpanzee is our closest primate and will spend up to half of its day chewing its food. It is likely our ancestors would have had to dedicate a large portion of their day also to exercising their jaws to survive – chewing through raw food to tenderise it so it could cut and ground by the teeth and eaten. As a result, our ancestors had large muscular jaws which took up a vast area of the skull.

In contrast, today’s humans have fairly small jaws and this is due to the use of those tools to help cut meat, and cooking to tenderise and soft it. Cutting meat up into more manageable portions meant that our ancestors did not have to spend so long chewing each piece of meat. Combine this with the discovery of fire and cooking to tenderise meat, render fat and connective tissue and thing became a lot more edible!  Therefore the process of eating was a quicker one, and the need for muscular jaws lessened as level of chewing diminished.

Taking time away from chewing meat meant that over time the jaw began to reduce in size.  This shift also allowed for more room for brain development. So basic tools and fire may have been a contributory in our development, especially of language skill which are associated with the larger brain of the homo sapiens (latin: wise person).

Why we chew our food

Chewing is essential for digestion and survival. Here comes the science bit:

Chewing secretes saliva which aids the breakdown of starches and fats through the enzymes contained within it. The act of chewing also sends neural messages to other parts of the body to begin the digestion process of the food. Digestive enzymes are released in the stomach also which will help break down the food and convert it to energy.

Our ancestors were on to a winner when they discovered the cooking and tools to begin softening and cutting their meat bacon sandwich into small portions. The act of cooking allows more nutrients to be accessed from many types of food than can be efficiently done eating raw food alone. And our tools allow us to effiently butcher the best cuts, and then cut them into edible portions at the dinner table!


Wolfing it down!

What this means is, that today we can theoretically spend a lot less time eating to get the nutrients we need into our system. However, that is not strictly the case – there are still processes in your body that need a bit of forewarning to signal that you are eating! they need to receive the signal that it is dinner time – so if you eat too quickly you’ve finished before they can get into gear.

Eating more slowly better for your health and weight!

Eating more slowly, or precisely, chewing a bit more (so the food almost dissolves in your mouth) is shown to have many health benefits – and it is good for the waistline too.

By chewing more, you take longer to finish you meal, your body has a chance to deploy all its signals, enzymes and digestive tricks to ensure you process your meal in an optimal fashion.

Your body is able to take what it needs more efficiently, and more importantly, you will eat less and feel fuller. For example when you eat the same size meal but chew a bit more your stomach has enough time to send it “full” signal to the brain and suppress further appetite. Your stomach also is dealing with smaller matter, so the enzymes and chemical processes work that little bit more extracting all the goodness from your meal.

Devolve to Evolve

So whilst we have evolved and developed cooking and tools to help us eat, our body has not fully caught up, and still appreciates the slower pace of life.

Don’t rush your meals. Take your time. Socialise, talk and savour your food in good company with friends and family. And remember to “chew your food properly” as our mothers would say!

Why we crave unhealthy food

Eating can be one of the most joyful experiences; there’s no doubt about that. As humans we are one of the few species who eat for pleasure. When we are completely full, when we don’t need to add on another calorie – we continue to eat purely for fun; because we enjoy it so.  Even though we have just eaten two hearty courses, we will often reach for the dessert menu to complete the eating experience.

Eating for happiness

When we eat something that we enjoy, we feel good inside. We are embraced by happy feelings and we relish the experience.

These happy feelings come from a hormone in the brain known as dopamine. Dopamine functions as a neurotransmitter and is responsible for continually rewarding us with messages of happiness when we do something that we enjoy. Even if that thing is not very good for us such as eating unhealthy food.

When we do something good the brain remembers what we did that was good and dopamine assists the brain with storing the memory so when we do it again we will be rewarded with the same happy sensation; thus creating a behavioural response reward cycle.happiness

When a child exhibits a behaviour that deserves praise and that child receives the praise, dopamine will be released and they will remember the experience as a happy sensation. Often children are given sweets as a reward or as a way to chivvy them on or cheer them up.

Problems with over eating and also eating products that are particularly high in sugar or fat can spiral out of control when certain foods are used as a reward for behaviour. This can begin in childhood and follow us though into adulthood where we automatically reach for the unhealthier options when we’re feeling down or tired for a quick hit of happiness.  Once the brain has been wired to connect these foods with a particular mood or feeling, it’s harder to reverse.

child eating a doughnutWhy does over eating occur?

Dopamine is essential for development when we are learning what makes us happy and how to retain that happiness, but all too often foods that are high in fat and sugar that are given as treats can be detrimental for health and creating behavioural patterns that can cause addiction later on in life.

When we over eat; specifically those food that our brains recognise as ‘happy foods’ we are actually reversing the effects of dopamine levels. Releasing too much dopamine means the receptors in the brain start to numb to the sensation as it recognises it.  Therefore over eating occurs as a result of trying to reach the ‘satisfaction’ point that a high dose of dopamine gives as the brain becomes desensitized to dopamine.

Sugar savvy

This year it was revealed that sugar can be several times more addictive than certain drugs such as cocaine and is partly responsible for the massive increase in child obesity and type 2 diabetes in the UKwhite sugar

Food enthusiast and chef, Jamie Oliver has been working tirelessly to support the sugar tax campaign. High quantities of sugar have been found in many high street drinks and beverages from cans of fizzy drinks to the syrups in popular franchise coffee shops. Finally it seems we as a nation are slowly beginning to wake up to the notion that eating too much sugar –although rewarding us with happy feelings in the short term, is detrimental to our health over long periods.

The introduction of the sugar tax

George Osbourne has released details of the sugar tax which will be introduced soon. The tax is aimed specifically at sugary drinks.

The sugar tax has come at a critical time when child obesity and type 2 diabetes is on the rise. The tax has been welcomed by many supporters at a time when we need to take action. The tax will specifically affect those who consume drinks that are high in sugar on a daily basis as a way to deter them away from such regular consumption and to opt for less sugary drinks.

smoothiesLong term plan

Whilst the sugar tax may target those who are clinically obese and suffering with serious health issues, it may only be the tip of the iceberg when it comes to combatting the problem entirely. Education is the way to understanding our bodies and how we should treat them. The products are still available and if you are addicted to a substance you will probably pay the extra

By maintaining a balanced diet of carbohydrates through small amounts of bread, rice and grains and getting our essential vitamins and minerals from meats, fish, fruit and vegetables it is possible to still have room for some treats every now and again.

The brain is a very clever computer and if to date you have enjoyed perhaps too much of a certain food that you know is not making you any healthier then it is possible to stop and retrain your brain. You can get the same dopamine reward by eating foods that are better for you.

  • Eating a well-balanced healthy diet – with a little of what you fancy thrown in, is the best way to get your body to crave the things that are good for you.
  • Avoiding giving foods high in fat and sugar as rewards or distractions to children is a sure way to create a healthy pattern of behaviour which they will retain as they get older.
  • Removing processed foods that are high in fats and sugars from your house so they are not constantly available for grazing on is a good start. By not having these foods to hand to grab when you are feeling low or tired, or you feel you have done something to deserve eating it, means you won’t get the dopamine hit your body is used to. Just buy one or two treats a week.

Try these three things and you’re therefore on the way to re-training your brain.

Have a look at our recipe section today where we are building a good selection of healthy options for you to enjoy including sugar, dairy and gluten free recipes.