Whenever I feel cold, I crave all things orange. This is the perfect soup for warming body and soul, when both feel like hibernating, till the world seems more temperate.
My son loves his porridge and of course while making it, I noticed its glowing colour (how many people do we know who wax lyrical about a porridge box?!)
There is something subliminal about orange, it speaks to our subconscious, confidently telling your body, 'yes, I am a good thing to eat'!
Try it! Next time you are eating an orange, hold it up to the dreary, grey, wintery landscape out of your window; sheer luminescence!
This is a little sub post for my own Mummy! She bought my husband and I...who am I kidding she bought ME this wee cake stand.
It is so perfect in its diddiness and makes the most rubbish cakes look artful! So when mummies and babies came to play at my house yesterday out it came, to display my over cooked (Nigella again) Chocolate chip muffins.
I wished my mum could have been here to play! When the going was tough, in the starting blocks of being a stay at home mum, it was memories of my own childhood that made me persist; cakes baked, bowls licked, easter bonnet hats made, fancy dress clowns, ballet shoes and Andy Pandy's! Thankyou, Mum!
Anyone for a cuppa and a muffin?