You may have noticed a few changes to the Mummyummygoodness blog, not least a change of name! I appreciate not everyone likes change: Mr Mummyummygoodness didn’t until I suggested he read “who moved my cheese” by Spencer Johnson! However, as we know change is inevitable and often positive.
Now that I’m a little more familiar with this wonderfully creative and inspiring weblog genre, I thought it was time for a little reflection. If you’ve read my About page, you’ll know that Coco and Lentil inspired me to start this blog, so I thought they deserved a little credit not least for their brutally honest feedback (sometimes resulting in food being spat back onto the plate, table or the floor!) on all the recipes on this blog and those that didn’t make it. And so with a little nostalgia I leave Mummyummygoodness behind and continue this exciting adventure under the banner “Coco & Lentil”.
My Twitter account has been changed over so you can continue to follow (or start following!) me on under Twitter handle @cocoandlentil.com. My Facebook page is taking a little longer to transfer over so for the moment you can still follow me at https://www.facebook.com/Mummyummygoodness
Thanks to everyone who has joined and supported me on this journey thus far. I hope you’ll continue to follow Coco & Lentil and have as much fun as we do cooking and eating our recipes.
The art of letter writing
I have a wish list of pretty things: a catalogue of little luxuries I’d like to treat myself to some day. Personalised stationery is on this list. The type that comes with tissue paper-lined envelops. I’m a sucker for such things. I get childishly excited when I receive a handwritten letter or card in the post. I look at the address on the envelope and try to guess who owns the handwriting. What could it be? Is it a letter or card with some updates from a dear friend? An invitation to a celebration or some other occasion? I sit at the bottom of the stairs, carefully open the envelope and eagerly absorb the words within.
As a child I remember my mother frequently writing letters on personalised blue paper with gold embossed lettering. I used to trace the lettering with my fingertips. I loved the feel and the smell of the paper. The envelopes were lined with tissue paper. I loved the noise this made. I worry my children won’t appreciate the art of letter writing in the same way. In fact, I worry that they won’t write much at all in this age of paperless post and pre-printed cards and invitations! From next year Finland, whose education system consistently ranks top internationally, will no longer compulsorily teach cursive handwriting.
I must admit that like many I too have been seduced by the convenience of pre-printed cards and email invitations, especially the photo upload variety. I thought I would save valuable time at Christmas if I uploaded a few photos of the children to one of the many online card companies, added a generic message and then waited for delivery of my “ready to be posted” cards. The only problem was that I felt compelled to write a personal message to each recipient. I just couldn’t bring myself to send them out without a few words, at least!
So while the online cards are convenient and family enjoy the uploaded photos of the kiddies, I’ve resolved to limit their use for the Christmas bulk and revert to the handwritten notes for everything else. I put this into practice last night when I ordered some invitations for Trouble’s Christening. There are some lovely christening card designs out there, but it was actually quite difficult to find a blank invitation to which I could add handwritten details. After much searching and pondering, I settled on a generic invitation. I couldn’t resist the 600gsm thick paper and hand bevelled gold gilt edging! If I was a bit more of a modern girl, I’d probably be regretting that decision today and worrying about how I am going to find the time to write said invitations. But I’m actually quite looking forward to it as I cling onto this disappearing art. I’m also secretly hoping that if I lead by example Coco and Lentil will handwrite their cards and letters some day!
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So I’m going through a pasta-making craze at the moment. Following an hour and a half “Pasta Master” class, I’ve convinced myself that I’ve a yet undiscovered Italian heritage, hence my natural pasta making talent!
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…so nearly didn’t happen this year: we only got Coco’s passport last Wednesday afternoon prior to our Thursday 6.30am departure after much begging and pleading and very nearly some tears! 10 hours later, a lot of traffic jams and two “poo-namis” we eventually arrived in Germany.
Lentil’s choo choo
So I borrowed one of Lentil’s trains on which to model my cake. It was supposed to look similar.
And this is what it actually looked like……!
Let them eat cake!
I can’t believe my little Lentil is turning two this week! And of course a birthday calls for some cake. I’m having a slight melt down about said cake this year. Having only baked a couple of cakes theretofore and never having decorated any, I decided (in my wisdom) last year that I should bake / make all Lentil’s birthday cakes. Or at least until he’s about 18! Boy, am I beginning to regret my earthly-motherness now….
I’ve had two flats in the last couple of weeks and I’m not talking about the hot, caffeine-fueled white variety. Continue reading
Lentil’s first pumpkin – rather scary!
It isn’t easy to find a truly baby / toddler friendly holiday spot: most hotels cater for older kids, offering lots of sporting activities and clubs. However we did fall upon one such gem in Cyprus earlier this year. Continue reading