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


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


I’m not going to lie to you, I am well chuffed with this. Yep, that’s right, rather than a thinky blog, a moany blog or a slightly staring at my navel while thinking about wine blog its a ‘hey, check me out!’ blog. Be honest though, you’d be pleased too, right?

I like thick, chunky statement jewellery, something that people will notice. Hey, if I’m going to spend money on it or make it myself then I don’t want something that nobody will see and I’ll forget I’m even wearing it. And I made it myself! Who’d have thought it, eh?

The bracelet is copper that’s been annealed, which to the uninitiated (ie me, a couple of weeks back) basically means whacking a bit of copper with a hammer and then going slightly mental at it with a blow torch. And then doing it again and again. Heaven!

Having removed all your stress onto a piece of metal you then open the bracelet up and POW! Where your dull copper was is now bright pinks and oranges, colours born out of the darkness. It reminds me of the northern lights, of seeing unexpected colours where they shouldn’t be, or maybe of letting my son go crazy with the crayolas. My brother in law and soon to be sister in law are getting married this weekend, it may be getting an outing then.