Category Archives: Cooking
Pog Berry returns
OK, it’s getting slightly out of hand now. I’ve moved on from toast in a big way and made another two meals. One involved cheese sauce. And I mean real cheese sauce that involves flour and whisking and things – not … Continue reading
Pog Berry!
I did it! I bloody did it! I cooked a two course meal for seven and everyone has survived. (So far. I could be counting chickens as we only finished about an hour and a half ago, but I’ll take … Continue reading
This week in makingness…
(Sorry, these things are all rather random and the day has been too long to wind them together in a better way, so in the style of ‘showing’ / ‘show and tell’ at primary school…) This week I’ve made: …Cherry Pie. … Continue reading
A note to Mary Berry
Mary Berry, I think I might love you. Me, the Pog who mostly eats toast, actually cooked last night. I mean, with all different ingredients that I had to buy separately and use more than one pot to combine. I was … Continue reading
Christmasness
For about five years I have tried making Brie and cranberry canapés for Christmas. Every year they have been a complete disaster. I think I might have finally cracked it though! (You just have to ignore the fact that they … Continue reading
I made food!
Tonight I made something that wasn’t toast! I roasted tomatoes – from my garden, with feta and rosemary – from my garden (not the feta, obviously) and had that with lettuce – from my garden and a jacket potato: It … Continue reading
Pudding club!
My nearly neighbour friend is pretty much a genius. Last night a group of us decended on her house for pudding club. Nearly neighbour friend made nibbles bits of the tastiest variety and we all took a pudding. Yes, we … Continue reading
a healthy moment in a chocolate fuelled weekend…
I may have overdone the chocolate this weekend. How could I not when my parents gave me a huge egg, and my Sisters turned into feeders by giving me these?! But I imagine I’m not the only one and I … Continue reading
A grown up Pog?
Last week a colleague told me that reaching your 40s means you no longer have an excuse not to be a grown up, that everything starts to become more settled and sensible. I can’t think of anything worse, so even though … Continue reading