My favourite rock bun recipe!

Sometimes there's nothing like a cup of tea and snuggle with a Hugh Grant film. Other times there's nothing like a cold glass of wine in the garden with friends. And sometimes, there is nothing quite like a good old fashioned rock bun. And even better when they're light as fairies and interchangeable! Amen. I'm pretty sure that you're gonna wanna try these babies out.

Ingredients: 225g self raising flour  //  75g caster sugar  //  1 teaspoon baking powder  //  125g butter  //  150g dried fruit (or just apricots if you're that way inclined, it works just as well)  //  1 egg  //  1 tablespoon milk  //  2 teaspoons vanilla extract 

Method: Pop the oven onto 180 degrees C. Now you can either line a baking tray with greaseproof paper or use fairy cake cases for maximum cute. Mix the flour, sugar and baking powder together until it's bread crumby. Add the dried fruit/apricot. 

Beat the egg, milk and vanilla extract in a separate bowl and then add this to the dry ingredients. Spoon the mixture into golf ball sized portions onto your tray/into your cake cases and bake for 15-20 minutes. 

To change it up for maximum satisfaction, make another batch but this time leave out the dried fruit/apricots and instead spoon a teaspoon of your favourite jam on top of a plain bun and bake. Perfect for afternoon tea! 


Simple, easy, light, and so damn tasty. These buns really do (I'm so sorry about this) rock!

Afternoon Tee

Kudos to Mikey for coming up with the positively cracking title pun (though slightly worried that people may have thought I was just illiterate - I can spell 'tea' I promise). Short, sweet and snappy post today because I am working on an absolute corker of a tasty post for y'all this week. Hint: apricot rock buns. 

Me and the fella went to the driving range last week because a) I just love golf, b) I'm really talented at golf, c) I can actually hit a golf ball or d) all of the above suggestions are false and I got dragged along by the boy because he fancies practicing his swing. We're going to a friend of ours's (ours/ourses!? Ahh!!) wedding next year in Spain who is well into his tee's and golf balls, so Mikey's brushing up in the hope of whipping out some Tiger Woods and rivaling him. Mikey's really not too bad actually. On the other hand, there's me who is more of an actual tiger in that I can't hold a bat properly, I've got a lot of hair, and I make loud noises when I miss the ball (99% of the time)

I've also just been informed it's not even called a bat, so hey - there's that. 

So, I don't think I'll be picking up my Ryder Cup trophy any time soon but in the mean time here's some photos because that's what I do best. 

Can you hit a golf ball / do you like golf?! I love reading your comments and opinions so fire away! 

Cows and ice-creams (South of England Show)

*Disclaimer* All of these photos were taken with my teeny-weeny-four-year-old Lumix G2 which I saved from a dust filled stupor under my bed earlier this week. Sometimes the thought of lugging around my bigger Canon baby is just too much to handle on one small back (I'm sorry but it's true - what the Canon makes up for in image quality, it severely lacks in lug-around-ability) so I decided to revive my youngest child, Lumix, and pop him out for the day instead. So apols in advance for the slightly disheveled and unprofessional appearance of these photos.Sue me.

On Friday I went to the South of England show with my parents because, well...unemployment, free food and baby animals. If you've never heard of it before, the South of England show is like a farming animal food fun sun fest (official description), where you walk around masses and masses of stalls selling stuff you really don't need and then rotate around the food hall approximately 17 times picking up all the free samples of food and drinking all the free shots of beer. It's really as great as it sounds. 

So, before I decided that I was going to squander social norms and join the Women's Institute at  the ripe old age of 23 (their tent was amazing...cakes upon cakes upon cakes!), we headed straight to the most important and integral part of the show. That food hall baby. Feast yourselves: 

After we'd finished our impromptu brunch of various curry sauces, fudge, sausage, cheese, and ginger beer, we began to make our way around the show. There's a motorbike stunt show, cattle prize competitions, dog shows, Young Farmers, clothing stalls, garden furniture stalls, even a very hot tent of live horse shoe welding. Basically everything. As well as loads of outdoor car showrooms of very expensive cars which were a dream to get into  - and also very difficult to get out of in my dads case (not because he's a car connoisseur...just because creaky knees and joint problems). So here's some pics of all that jazz:

Shout out to ma pa's very snazzy sneakers. #asicsbasics 

The other main pull factor to the South of England show (second only to the food), is the LIL BABY ANIMALS. There's loads and loads and loads and loads of I spent a good portion of the day cooing and umming and ahhing over whether I really needed to buy a baby duck and where I'd house it and if he'd get on with the baby piglet I wanted as well and if they'd all get along under one roof with a baby sheep too.  My mum was having the same qualm but with the puppies, and my Dad was really getting quite excited about the 2 tonne Angus bulls. You know, cos one of them would be perfect for fitting in the front room and cuddling up to you on a lazy evening. Dad logic. 

Is there anything cuter than a little baby duck?! Because if there is I have yet to find it. Anyway, half way through the day I found out I'd got a first for my final year dissertation (unashamed self-plug, I'm over the bleeding moon) so we stopped off for a celebratory nibble at the third best reason why anyone ever visits the SOE Show:

By the end of the day I'd spent £10 on four pieces of fudge (#noregrets), Dad had bought some sort of garden utensil sharpening contraption (!?) and mum was just pleased to be out for the day without our mental dog pulling her in every direction and barking at people in red trousers.

Have you ever been to the SOE Show?! And do you go as gooey as I do when you see a little baby pig climbing over his lil piggy brothers!? Swoon.

Blueberry Muffins Recipe

Blueberries. The wonder babe of the fruit world. Likable to the Boris Jonhson of politics, the Cheryl Cole of pop and the Olivia Coleman of acting - just so much BABE. Almost too much babe to handle, perhaps. Topping you up with Vitamin C, lowering your blood pressure and fighting wrinkles (allegedly) are just three of the super saucy things that these little balls can do. And what better way to appreciate their inherent goodness than by muffining them to high heaven?

Ingredients: 150g blueberries  //  100g caster sugar  //  100g butter  //  300g self raising flour  //  1 teaspoon baking powder  //  2 large eggs  //  1 teaspoon vanilla extract  //  140ml milk

Method: Set the oven to 160°c and line a muffin tray with muffin cases. Cream the butter and sugar together until fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time. Pop in your milk and vanilla and then fold in the baking powder and flour. When all mixed together add the blueberries and spoon your mixture into muffin cases (should make 12). Bake for 30 mins. Leave to cool (or don't) and then wow everyone with how professional they look and how good they taste. This last step is compulsory.

If the Blueberry muffin sounds one step too far in the health food direction (and trust me I've pondered this many a time), then maybe you'd prefer chocolate flapjack, lemon cookies or brownie cheesecake? Or just some more pictures of blueberry muffins? Oh go on then...

Pub Grub

After a brief 2 week post uni celebratory hiatus (which included a total of 9 meals out and a hole in my purse the size of the Grand Canyon), I am ready to stop neglecting my blog...and start being a little more grown up with my $$$. You know, seeing as I'm no longer a student and, oh yeah - unashamedly yet undeniably unemployed.  SUCH FUN. So I'm whipping my blogging butt back into gear with a short and sweet post featuring pub grub, aka the grandmother of all English delicacies (the mother, of course, being the viccy sponge). 

The beauty of having a self-employed boyfriend means that if my puppy eyes are up to scratch and I've not hogged the duvet all night long (I'm a self-confessed 'cocoon' sleeper which admittedly doesn't leave much room for multiple persons), I can sometimes wiggle my way into an impromptu lunch date with his majesty. This happened to be one of those days. YAY ME. So after some delightful morning-breath pleasantries, we headed out to the pub. 

Yes that's wine and no it wasn't 12pm yet. SUE ME. Anyone else digging pub lunches / post uni purgatory recently?

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