Pudding rules

Is this just me? I have rules for whether a pudding has custard or cream served with it. I have tried to explain these rules to my family and OH however they all look at me like I am slightly crazy – but your with me on this right?


  • If it is crumble… you have to have custard, ice cream could be done if desperate… cream is wrong on sooo many levels
  • If it is chocolate based (e.g fudge cake)… you have cream or ice cream, or maybe chocolate sauce… but never custard!

With me so far?

Right lets take it up a notch:

  • If the pudding filling is red in colour (e.g cherry pie) you have to have cream
  • If the pudding filling is apple you have to have custard

Still with me?

And finally

  • Apple trumps all other fillings.
    So if the pie was apple and blackcurrant the apple trumps the blackcurrants and so you apply the apple only rule and it is served with custard.


My oven hates me – but it’s fine, it’s mutual!!

Believe it or not I am a pretty good cook, even if I do say so myself..

My dad went to catering colleague and some of my happiest childhood memories are him and me in the kitchen. I would spend hours watching him cook, stirring whatever needed to be stirred. I wasn’t so much of a fan of the prep or the cleaning up, but blending things together and stirring… I just love it.

Cooking makes me happy and I am a proper foodie. I think I only survived my first year of Uni because I could spend my evening cook – I put on sooo much wait that first year!

The only thing I have ever burnt was toast, easily done,  and oven chips. I don’t know what it is about over chips but I can’t get them hot and yet not burnt. Make my own chips from scratch, not a problem, but take the easy option…

Or at least that was the case before I moved into this house with this oven. I have burnt more dinners in the last 6 months than I have in all the time I have been cooking. This stupid oven seems to wait for my back to be turned and ingredients that were previously raw turn into a carbonated mass of yuck.

I was making soup on the stove. The pan was full of water, the lid was on and I decided to let the vegs just cook a little longer while I nipped into the shower. I can’t tell you how many times I have done this without incident… not in this house. I was in the shower 10 minutes top. Came out to a burnt pan, and all the water evaporated off… despite the lid being on.

I decided to make a crumble. I put rhubarb and orange into an oven proof casserole dish and sprinkled in some sugar. I wanted the rhubarb to soften slightly before adding the topping. Every few minutes I take out the… can I call it filling even though it’s not in the middle? … filling and give it a stir to see how it was getting on. After about half an hour I was starting to worry that the ingredients would never soften so I turned the over up a few degrees. When I checked 10 minutes late the filling was black and smoking… WTF… I was fuming, but also running out of time so I stirred it all together added a little more orange to hide the taste and the topping. Thank God I had bought plenty of custard to serve it with!

I have no idea, what is going on or why this oven dislikes me so much, but I have to admit the feeling of hatred is now becoming mutual.



I care too much about what people think.

I know this, it’s part of the reason I have taken over a week to write any more posts. I am only a few weeks into my own blog and already I am struggling over posts. I analyse them to find out if they are funny enough?… too emotional?… not emotional enough?…. engaging?….boring?… will people like it?… or not? You won’t believe how many posts I have started only to delete. Add to that I have finally given OH permission to read my blog, initially he was banned as I as worried it wasn’t good enough and I wouldn’t be able to be as honest and open … I am now over analysis every word!

I have struggled with whether or not to keep this blog confidential. Writing under an alias, not including too many details that can be linked back to myself, means that I can be open and honest… but then am I missing out on things not being able to share pictures of my dogs, the house, OH? Do I just tell everyone this is me, change the reason I started this blog but worry a lot less and maybe up the readership? I don’t know.

I think my job may have something to do with it. I work in social media and this includes writing the company blog. So I can’t help but feel that mine should be good, I compare metrics and feel like a failure…

Anyway, I was supposed to be discussing that today. I wanted to share with you a story about BD.

Today I picked up BD from the vets. He has been having trouble walking on his back leg, and despite resting him for three weeks to see if it would go away by natural courses, it didn’t and so long story short, today he went into the vets for some X-rays. As mentioned in my previous post BD has fear aggression. This is something we are working on and I feel this won’t be the last time I mention it on this blog, anyway when BD was handed back to me from the nurse, the first thing I did was slip back on his muzzle.

There were lots of dogs everywhere and despite BD being a little doped from the general anesthetic I didn’t want to take any risks of him biting anyone and so I thought it was safer to muzzle him. I purposefully bought BD this big black muzzle, so it works as a deterrent for other dog owners, a sort of keep your dog away form mine, as well as stopping him from doing any harm if a dog does misread his signs and get too close for BDs comfort.

The nurse returned with the medication he is on for the next few days but before handing me the medication she commented “Oh he didn’t need that while we had him today” and I felt judged. It made me worry about what they were doing that I hadn’t been able to. Why did he feel safe enough with them that he didn’t react whereas with me he felt I couldn’t keep him safe?

I quietly made my way out the door, feeling like a failure, where BD and I were greeted enthusiastically by a very bouncy black lab. The dog came bounding in and got a little too close to BD. BD snarled at him.

I don’t know how I feel. One the one hand I should be proud. I knew this would be a high stress situation for BD and saw that there could be a potential incident before the incident happened. But I am also disappointed that my dog felt that I wouldn’t protect him and so felt the need to growl…


Mity and BD

For those of you who don’t know I sort of have two dogs… sort of…

The first is my very lovely Cairn, Mity. I lived with him for 12 years and he is basically the little brother I have always wanted but never got. However he was bought as a family dog by my parents and so when I moved in with OH and BD I had to leave Mity at home. He is the happiest, most loveliest dog you will even have the good fortune to meet and I love him so so much. I miss him every single day! So although he is mine, he sort of isn’t too…

The second is BD, and technically he belongs to OH. BD is the most lovely welsh collie, he worships me and OH but he does have a few issues we are working through. However as much as I love BD, he still remains my partners dog. It was the two boys together before I came along and they have been through a lot. I do like to think BD loves me, and I am sure he does, however he will almost always look for confirmation from OH before doing whatever it is I have asked for!

The two of them are mean everything to me, and I love them both so much. But I think one of the things i love most about them is how different they are from each other:

  • Mity is small and grey, BD is large and ginger
  • Mity loves everybody, he greets everyone he meets walking down the street and looks quite upset when they fail to say hello. BD has fear aggression, which we are working on, and he would be quite happy if there was no one walking down his street at all.
  • Mity went to training classes and was trained on a daily basis by my mother. BD didn’t. Yet BD will come when called, as soon as called at breakneck speed, whereas Mity will wander across having taken the time to confirm there is nothing more interesting to do in the vicinity.
  • BD will curl up on me or next to me, he loves nothing more than being stroked and nudges my hand if I stop stroking him for even a second. Mity will sit next to me, if the mood takes him. If I dare to touch him, he will glare at me before letting out the deepest sigh and moving somewhere else. Trust me he really does milk the fact he is having to move all because I touched him.
  • BD knows when I am sad and will come and cuddle up to me so close… Mity will usually do whatever he can to distract me so that I stop crying.

Despite them both being so different I wouldn’t change a single thing about either one of them. They are my two sort of dogs and I can’t imagine not having them in my life.


Not my weekend

In a nut shell this weekend has sucked. It started with a lovely fight with OH. So what  should have been a lovely Thursday night looking forward to a long, four day weekend for both of us, ended up with tears and separate beds!

Friday was a bit of a none event. Well so long as you don’t count the fact there was even with more tears, lots of tissues and far too much wine.

The excessive wine was a mistake I regretted when I found myself stood on the train station platform, in the rain, waiting for a train at 7am on Saturday morning. My mood got even darker when I was informed that said train was going to be 20 minutes late. But that was nothing compare to how utterly pissed off I was when, as 7.20am approach, the “your train is due time” rolled past another 5 minutes… it did this 5 times!

I was after blood when I learnt that because the train was late, we were moved onto a later line and so I arrived in London over 45 minutes late!

The return journey was no less eventful. There were quite a few drunken yobs and the police decided that the best thing to do with them was get them out of the cities the match had been in and put them onto trains, including my train.  Our train made two unscheduled stops and so I arrived home 50 minutes late. Rather than wait for me OH decided he didn’t want to be late with me and so attended said party without me. Quite night alone for one then please!

Sunday I took BD to agility. We contacted a local woman when we moved to the area, as I wanted to deal with his fear aggression issues and she suggested agility would be good for him. He loves it, and I am enjoying the time we spend together but I have my concerns about the trainer and this was confirmed when having completed a lovely spiral BD got bitten by this other dog which had taken a dislike to him.

This other dog tuck a chunk of fur, out of BDs neck while BD was mid jump, completely focused on me and doing absolutely nothing to deserve it. Her comment of “that will teach him” had me seeing red and we will not be going back.

Not quite the bank holiday weekend I had planned 🙁