Fresh out of the oven.
Hmm? You again? Dear reader, you are a jewel of the ocean, the acme of blog readers, etc etc, but you can’t expect me to stay with you forever and ever, can you? 429 more words
I have found that getting my children out of bed in the morning, on time, is made far easier when the smell of pancakes is in the air. 700 more words
My 2.5 year old took a very recent liking to eating muffins, except for some reason he calls muffins “pie”. Today he asked for a “pink pie.” Lucky for us, we had strawberry jam in our fridge, and I always have the other muffin ingredients on hand. 179 more words
Depending on who I’m talking to my accent can become as thick as treacle. Or “Tray-kill”
Finding or creating free-from recipes that are quintessentially Irish can be rather daunting, that’s also the least Irish sentence ever typed, as they’re either too basic to be converted, as you know the less that goes into a recipe the harder it can be to capture its essence. 1,006 more words