More Cookies - Supermarket Bakery Ones

It's my new gluttonous quest to find the recipe that replicates those chewy bakery cookies that causes me to consume much more fat and sugar than I should. I feel some sort of security with having my cupboards full of the various different coloured sugars and chocolate and also with my fridge full of cold slabs of butter. My previous baking binge was to find the perfect flapjack recipe, which lets face it, has nothing remotely healthy in them. Damn tasty though.

Supermarket Bakery Cookies

• 100 g butter


• 50 g light brown sugar


• 50 g demerara sugar


• 1 tablespoon golden syrup


• 100 g chopped white and dark chocolate or Smarties.


• 150 g self-raising flour (it's this that gives the cookies their crinkle top)

1. Melt the butter and syrup.


2. Add the sugars and beat together.


3. Add the flour followed by the chocolates.


4. Place large spoonfuls on a baking tray and bake at 170º for 9 - 12 minutes, depending on the size of your cookies.


5. The biscuits are cooked when they are a golden brown colour but they look like they aren't quite ready. It's the not quite cooked cookie that gives the chewy quality.

Girls with Attitude

So Evie is six now. She's got attitude, bad ass styling and she watches DrWho without being scared. She's growing up fast.

Hanging out in Stuart's old workshop, now to be the girls play shed and our summer evening hangout as it catches the last of the days rays. We just need a beer fridge and the BBQ on the door step and some sunshine. Roll on summer.

Wool Envy

With yarn eyes on stalks, I snapped Sophie in a fab crocheted hat and her friend with a blanket wrapped around her new born.

Party Bags

Newspaper bags - see how to make them here http://www.newspaperbagproject.com

Hand decorated by Evie and stuffed with drinks, fruit, chocolates, rubber alphabet stamps, Haribos (what party bag doesn't contain these), and crocheted hair slides. I took Evie and three friends to see Nanny McPhee. I loved it. I loved the set, the costumes and sitting still for 90 mins. The girls seemed to love it too but I think I did more.

Egg Rolling

I'm sitting here wondering why I can smell egg. Nearly one week after
the fierce boiling and colourful decorating of a dozen eggs I remember
where I left the returning un-hurled stinkers.

The annual Muckleborough Hill egg roll took place last Monday, Evie's
6th birthday. It was a fun few hours, cold, windy and sociable.

I'm not sure if there was a winner with the egg rolling as I think
there was too much l cheating going on...  I covered my egg in yellow
crocheted jacket. It definitely didn't break up but it didn't go the
full distance either.