Today we’re talking breakfast (again). Breakfast and whole-grains to be more precise: the subject of a beautiful new book which hasn’t left my kitchen counter since it arrived last week.
Wholegrain Mornings is, at face value, a book of breakfast recipes from food blogger, Megan Gordon. But it’s also so much more than that. Like her blog, A Sweet Spoonful, the book is understated yet compelling, an honest insight into Megan’s life: from the way she thinks her way around a kitchen to running a granola business to a long-distance love story with a wonderfully romantic ending. Continue reading
‘Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast’.
I’m hoping Oscar Wilde was referencing the conversation not the cooking because I, for one, love a little bit of brilliance at breakfast time. Continue reading
When I was a little girl, before the house move I mentioned last week and over twenty years ago, I begged my Mum to paint my bedroom pink.
I can’t remember my exact age at the time (I’m sure I’ll get a fact-confirming phone call or email from my Mum as soon as this post goes live) but I do remember pink being the talk of the playground, my absolute favourite and the go-to colour of choice for everything from pencil cases to t-shirts to bedrooms (and everything in between). Continue reading
The first time I moved, I was nine years old. Our family had outgrown the house where I was born and my parents had managed to find a new one just around the corner. Or three corners, less than half a mile away and still within walking distance from the local sweet shop and bakery, to be precise to my nine-year-old self. Continue reading
Hello lovely readers. This is your 24 hour notice that thelittleloaf will be moving to a brand-spanking new home as of tomorrow, Thursday 16th January. From then on you will find me (and all my recipes) at www.thelittleloaf.com.
My old blog should automatically redirect to the new site, but just a couple of things to note:
- If you’re signed up by email, you’re coming with me (hooray)
- If you follow thelittleloaf using WordPress or RSS feed, you’ll need to sign up again on the new site tomorrow (sorry)
- And if you know anyone who would like to read thelittleloaf, but doesn’t yet, I’d love you to let them know
As with any new site, there may be a few tweaks to make over the coming weeks, so please bear with me and let me know if you spot anything odd. Hopefully you’ll love the new site as much as I do and I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
Oh, and there will be a recipe for churros and chocolate (pictured above). If that won’t tempt you over, I don’t know what will.
Happy New Year! Six days into January is perhaps a little late off the mark to be saying it, but this is my first post of 2014 and I’m excited to be back, so here’s to spreading well wishes all round. Continue reading
This afternoon we fly to Barcelona after a whirlwind week seeing loved ones in both London and Yorkshire. 2013 has been busy and exciting and unforgettable in so many ways, it feels a little greedy to say my plans for 2014 are even bigger. But what can I say? This little loaf has a big appetite.
Until those plans unfold, let’s look back on my top ten posts and a year full of love, laughter, family, friends and food. Here’s to big dreams, full hearts, happy stomachs and empty plates. Continue reading
The first time I saw a frangipane mince pie, I fell a little bit in love.
To put this in context, I’m not much of a mince pie eater. If you read this blog regularly you’ll know that I’d take chocolate, caramel or creamy desserts over boozy dried fruit any day of the week: an indifference to festive desserts that extends to both Christmas pudding and cake. If a mince pie is all that’s on offer, I’ll probably end up eating it (top removed, filled with copious amounts of brandy butter then replaced) and I do enjoy the ritual of baking them at this time of year, but getting excited about a recipe? It doesn’t tend to happen. Continue reading
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Our flat is filled with sparkling lights, rolls of wrapping paper, the smell of pine and the sound of Mariah Carey (don’t judge me, you know you’ll dance around your tree to this at least once before the year is out). I’m the proud owner of a brand new gingerbread man jumper (eat them, wear them, I’ll take any form of extra baked goods in my life). And everywhere I look (granted I’m looking at food blogs, food websites and cookery programmes on TV), it’s all about festive food. Continue reading
They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. If my husband happened to be said man, you could pretty much guarantee his affection for life with a humble packet of fig rolls.
When he was little, Carnivorous Husband’s mum would always buy two packets of fig rolls at the supermarket: one to keep in the cupboard and one for my hungry husband-to-be to consume in one sitting. A couple of hundred miles away, at a similar age and unaware at this point that he even existed, I took a similar approach to a freshly baked loaf of bread. Some treats, it seems, are made to be savoured, others to be eaten in enormous quantities. Continue reading