The Best Brownie Cheesecake Recipe EVER.

Now I will be the first to admit that this little baby is the Beyonce-superbowl-half-time-show of sweet treats: you know deep down it's god damn bloody marvelous, but boy oh boy, it's just not photographing well. For those of you who haven't seen (excuse me, wut?!), this is what I'm talking 'bout:

Now we ALL know that Bey is the queen of pop, but if we were to judge this superbowl book by its cover, it would read 'ABORT ABORT ABORT'. So bare this in mind when I tell you that despite its less than impressive exterior, this cheesecake is the best thing you'll ever, ever have the pleasure of making. Period. I get that it looks a little flat, dopey maybe, uninteresting perhaps - but stop right there and keep your judgmental opinions to yourself because my household practically blew the roof off when I whipped this cutie outta the fridge. Without further ado, feast your eyes on the easiest, simplest, tastiest recipe you'll see this year. (Ps I know I sometimes have a slight tendency to over-exaggerate the delectable brilliance of certain foods - but let me tell you that I've tried to dull down my affections here. This is me at 60% excitement. Yep).


Ingredients: (for the brownie base) 125 g butter  //  150g milk chocolate  //  1 egg  //   150g caster sugar  //  110g plain flour  //  35g self raising flour

Preheat oven to 180 degrees and grease a round baking tray. Beat together the egg, sugar and both flours in a bowl. In a separate bowl, melt the butter and chocolate over a low heat and add this to the mixture. Spoon into baking tray and bake for 10 minutes.

Ingredients: (for the cheesecake topping) 250g cream cheese  //  1 teaspoon vanilla extract  //  75g caster sugar  //  1 egg  //  125ml cream.

Mix all together. Pour on top of the brownie base and cook for a further 15 minutes. Cool in the oven for a good 30 minutes (this stops the top from cracking) and then refrigerate for 3 hours.


The centre of the brownie goes soft and gooey underneath the cheesecake topping. And if that sentence didn't get you tingling all over, you're on the wrong blog. And I don't think we're going to be friends.

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Claiming Benefits

Here's to me wishing that 'claiming benefits' in the UK could always look this good. Punderful comedy over. Back to business: Last Saturday I photographed a charity fashion show in aid of Cancer Research. Not only did I get very excited about the amount of clothing there was fleeting around, but I also had a mini happy heart-attack when the girls from Benefit started unloading their box loads of product ready to sell. [Sidenote: If you haven't heard about it already (and I really question your sub-rock habitation if you haven't) Benefit is hook, line and sinker into its May campaign, 'Bold is Beautiful'. This little baby is helping two brilliant charities; Refuge and Look Good Feel Better by donating 100% of its profit from brow wax services up and down the country. So if you haven't already, make sure you book in for some brow lovin'. If you think your brows are damned perfect already, maybe the complimentary Gimme Brow product will sway ya, Ms Princess Delevignite.]

Now, hit me in the face and call me petri-dish level shallow, but Benefit's shit is so pretty. I know that you should never judge a book by its cover, but in all honesty, I think I'd bathe myself in fox poo if fox poo was packaged this well. Needless to say, I forgot about the fashion show and spent a good 20 minutes stroking, breathing and fantasizing photographing the Benefit make up stall. From every angle. Every height. Every crevice. And of course I know that your average blogger-type can never see too many pictures of make up, so here you go. Behold the beauty of the Benefit make up stand.

Fashion show pictures will follow soon I promise, but for now. Breathe it in, ladies. Breathe. It. In.

NOW COME AND TALK TO ME ON TWITTER DAMNIT (and have a bonne soirée). Bisous. xx

Smitten with Britain

Nothing says 'I'm British' like a cup of tea and slice of coffee cake. Except maybe pasty legs, unrubbed in sun-cream and being sick on a pavement outside a night club (hey, we've all been there). So with the birth of the new royal Princess, I am grabbing my English heritage by the horns and forcing myself to indulge in traditional British 'elevenses'. Which means coffee cake and tea. Followed by more coffee cake and tea. And maybe a good ol' game of croquet on my lawn, old sport. 

So as you can see my summer body descent is going well so far has been thwarted by the sudden arrival of this new batch of coffee cake. If your body is beach body ready regardless of your body fat percentage, I urge you to give this lil baby a go. It's worth every single calorie. The recipe is here. You're welcome. 

Smooth Operator

So, after having recently decided to descend into a Michelle Keegan style physique for summer, my body has been getting smoothie ready. I will admit that this weekend, following a six piece Pieminister delivery, the diet was flagging a little and my 'Michelle Keegan' was looking a little bit more like 'Michelle Mcmanus' (yep, bringing in a pop idol anecdote here), but I am determined to get back on track with a full week of smoothie goodness prepared. Obviously, I'm a big believer in the easy route, the route most traveled, the two-ingredient-I'm-a-student-I-can't-afford-quinoa route so my two favourite smoothies so far are nothing short of simple as shit. 

Juicy mango: 1/4 cup 0% fat greek yoghurt // 1/2 cup chopped up mangos // 1/4 cup milk // drop of vanilla essence
Banana-rama: 1 banana // 1/2 cup low cal vanilla yoghurt // 1/2 cup milk

I know that fruit can be notoriously expensive in comparison to an 8 pack of chipsticks (£1.50!),  but what I have found really helpful is LATE NIGHT SHOPPING. Me and Mikey discovered its benefits months ago when we popped out late to pick up sandwiches one time and realized that past 10.30pm ish, reduced stickers come out to play! Meaning I picked up an entire bag of chopped up mango the other day for £1.21. AND that was in M&S BP - the queen of the overpriced food shop. So my cheap smoothie rule is: make a late date with a fruity mate. (Just make sure you eat it the next day/freeze it!). 

In other less taste-bud-tingling news, I had my big old final French exam yesterday. Which resulted in me curling up in bed with lots of chocolate while mum brought me warm milk and stroked my back. Yep, it really went that well. (Note my sarcasm). Buuuuuut que sera sera and I'm so happy to have the next few weeks off to spend watching Keeping up with the Kardashians and Revenge and Gossip Girl and looking for a job and sorting out my future.

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