So the plan this week was to make some lovely patchwork style cushion covers, blog about them and then flop on the sofa basking in smugness due to my immense sewing expertise having both sorted me out a blog post and made my front room look a bit better. Obviously that hasn’t happened.

What actually happened was I made some shortbread earlier in the week and it was a disaster-rama, so I was a little bit worried about doing the cushion covers as that’s totally new to me, as is patchwork.

And then this morning my beloved, beautiful son woke up at 3.30 and my day was begun. I’ve also been to work today. Seriously, do you think its a good idea to sit me behind a sewing machine? Its got spending the evening in A&E with the local drunkards written all over it.

So instead here is a recipe for really lovely stuffed aubergines. I feel like I’ve been making these forever, definitely back to my veggie days and quickly putting dinner together last night I realised that its one of those meals where I have no idea how long I put things in for, I just know what to do, so you’ll have to put up with the fact that everything is a little bit approximate. I find this easier to do once a glass of wine has been consumed.

You will need per person:

One Aubergine

Half a tin of tomatoes

Some spicy herb stuff (I used paprika)

Some cheese (I used cheddar as that’s what was in my fridge)

Cut the aubergine in half length ways, then cut out the flesh from the middle leaving about half an inch next to the skin. Chop the removed aubergine flesh into small bits and then fry in a bit of olive oil. Add the tinned tomatoes and cook right down, you don’t want this to be sloppy. Add the herby spicy stuff of your choice (a bit of red wine is, shock horror, also good here)Score the insides of the left over aubergines and pop in your oven for about 10 mins on 200c. When the tomato sauce is cooked down, fill the empty aubergine skins with the sauce, pop some cheese on top and pop back in the oven until the cheese melts, about 15 – 20 mins.

And that’s it! Goes nicely with any meat or a good veggie dish with some rice.

Enjoy, I’m off to inhale some more nescafe and stay away from the sewing machine that little bit longer x

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Dear Delia,

I don’t know how to say this, but me and you? Its just not working out is it?

We used to be so great together. Back in the day when I first started cooking we were inseparable. I was an ex-veggie, couldn’t even cook a sausage. You came into my life in the form of many cookery books, given to me by my dad, over-whelmed with happiness as he was that I was finally ready to move on from cheese filled Findus Crispy Pancakes and for the those early, heady days together it was great. I learnt loads from you and yeah, your picture on the cover now looks pretty filthy these days, but who wants a clean book?

If I’m honest though Delia, I started seeing someone else. Mary Berry. I just didn’t have the cake tin sizes that you wanted for Jacobs birthday cake and she came to my rescue. Yeah, ok my first try with her was rubbish, but sometimes the first time you go with someone new it isn’t all that. The second attempt was fantastic though. View Post

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Hello,

My mummy writes the big sensible blogs here normally where she pretends to be good at craft and stuff. But have you ever had any of her cakes? Ahem. Lets just say the victora sponge she made for my birthday took her two attempts, a whole heap of words I’m not supposed to hear and apparently forced her to drink a whole lot of mummy juice afterwards. I don’t know what’s in mummy juice, but my mum seems rather keen on it and she won’t let me have any, even though it looks nice and she claims that its kinda fruit based so it would probably count towards my five a day.

Anyway, she looked a bit knackered after out most recent 4am chat  so I thought I would do a blog for her and share the yummy cakes I made yesterday at the childminders. Check these bad boys out.

Chocolate. Cornflakes. General yummyness. The cornflakes have (probably) got some vitamins added to them, the chocolate looks good when I dribble it down my white tshirt or wipe my chocolatey hands on the new tele. (Go ahead and judge people, but I made it very clear to mummy and daddy that when the tele and fridge both broke last week the one that needed replacing first was the one with Makka Pacca)

Mummy will probably do a proper sensible blog here next week, but in the meantime, feel free to nominate me for any of big blogging awards, or at least comment. No one wants a toddler checking their wordpress to find no comments in there. That’s almost as annoying as when mummy failed to make the helicopters come back the other day. I’m probably gonna need therapy for that.

Love and chocolate dribbles,

jacob x

 

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