How to eat chocolate

>> Sunday, 29 November 2009

Yes yes, I can hear you all rolling your eyes and tutting and demanding 'what can she tell us about eating chocolate? I've got 20 plus years hard experience under my belt - I KNOW how to eat chocolate'.


Well let me tell you my friends, that's what I thought until last week.

It is my good fortune to be working with Green & Black's chocolate at the moment on their online outreach, and as part of my 'induction' I travelled to London to meet Mr Chocolate. The man who invented the love of my life, the Almond Green & Black's bar.

Anyway, I learned all about the chocolate's journey from bean to bar, the brand's ethics, their dedication to quality, their passion for good chocolate etc etc.
And while it was really interesting and valuable and inspirational, all I was thinking was 'but WHERE is the chocolate? Bring it on'.

So it came to the tasting.
And Mr Chocolate made is so fascinating I brought everything I heard home and shared it with the children.
We had so much fun learning to appreciate chocolate that now I am sharing it with you...

Things you need to know before we start the experiment: The difference between taste and flavour.
Taste: Is experienced on your tongue - sweet, sour, salt, bitter and umami (a savoury taste - and no, I'd never heard of it either).
Flavour: Is detected by your olfactory gland in your nasal canal.

So, now you know this, onto the important bit: How to eat chocolate. Or how to enjoy chocolate I suppose would be a better (if slightly less contentious) title.

1. Obtain a slab of quality chocolate. We used Green & Black's white chocolate but you go for whatever your poison is.
2. Pinch your nose.
3. Pop a square of choc in your mouth and chew or suck as preferred.
4. Ask yourself, what can you taste? It will probably be the sweetness.
5. Let go of your nose and keep chewing/sucking. Breath in. Now what can you sense? For us it was a massive hit of vanilla and creaminess and it was utterly gorgeous. Even the children said 'wow' and, I think, fully appreciated chocolate for the very first time.

(NB. Letting go of your nose just allows your olfactory gland to work properly again and let's it sense the flavours in your chocolate).

So there you go. An excuse, if ever you need it, for eating more chocolate. x
And I should also say to Mr Chocolate (real title Head of Taste and a lovely man called Micah Carr-Hill who is just about to turn 40 AND welcome a second child into the world), I thank you.

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Things I have said to my daughter today

>> Thursday, 26 November 2009

This post is inspired by the wonderful Millennium Housewife who always pens these sorts of lists so brilliantly.

  • It's a bed Mia, not a climbing frame.

  • Your snow boots aren't slippers honey.

  • Stop feeding the cat rice crispies.

  • If you keep touching that something is going to explode. And at this moment it's most likely to be me.

  • Leave that poor cat alone.

  • Don't leave rubbish on the floor Mia. No, it's not too far to the bin. Going to school is too far, going to the supermarket is too far. The bin is about 10 steps away.

  • Put. That. Cat. Down.

  • Get your hands out of there.

  • Why is there yoghurt on the TV?

  • Did you find that biscuit/slice of apple/raisin on the floor?

  • Stop frightening the cat. She doesn't want to sit in Baby's pushchair.
  • Don't use hair conditioner for cleaning the floor, Mia.

  • I love you very very muchly too, baby girl.

  • No, I know you're not a baby. Yes, I know you are very grown up. No I won't ever call you baby girl in public ever.

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Thankyou

Obviously we don't celebrate Thanksgiving here in the UK.

But this is to say 'hey' to all my American friends and for me to say some thanks of my own:

For my beautiful children, my best friend (hubby), my health, happiness and the amazing friends and family around me - for all of these things I am eternally thankful.

Even if you're not celebrating today, happy Thanksgiving to you all x

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Parenting from the trenches: Or how to be a better parent

>> Monday, 23 November 2009

Right, I mean what do I know eh? I have a daughter who feeds the cat crayons and who calls everyone within earshot an idiot.
I'm perfectly positioned to tell you how to be a better parent, right?

But I have been there in the trenches of motherhood.
I have fought the hard fight. I have sat on the toilet seat weeping because I felt like I had 'failed' my children.
I have looked at others and thought 'why isn't my little girl like that? Why does she insist on being a 'challenge'? Why why why why why?

A little while back I was reading a post from Tattie Weasle on this very subject and I felt like crying for her, reaching out across the ether and grabbing her by the lapels and shouting 'yes, I've been there. I understand'.
Because that is what blogging is all about for me. Sharing, caring, helping.

I don't profess to have all the answers by any means, but I do have some snippets of advice.
I have distilled nearly 7 years of hard experience down into 8 simple tips.
Of course, they won't necessarily work for everyone, but when you're there on the coal face of parenting you will try anything ANYTHING if it will bring you and ounce of sanity.
And if it's worked for one parent, well, it's got to at least be worth a try eh?
Please, if you have any sage words to add, we're all ears.

1. Learn to be 6 again.
Remember how booooring you found adults were when you 6/7/8? Remember how OLD you thought they were because everything had to be sensible or safe.
It is really tough, but try to think like your children think (not how you think they should think). It will rarely be the same.
Think about how BORING the things you are asking of them are. Sure you know best, you only have their safety and well being at heart. You're their parent after all, and they should realise that you only want the best for them. But they don't, in fact they couldn't care less about 'best' they just want to eat Cornflakes for dinner.

2. Pick your battles.
Does it really matter that they won't put their coat on when it's chilly out? They'll soon want it when their neck turns blue.
My husband has had a half an hour fall out with our son because he insisted on eating his dinner with chopsiticks (we were eating a roast dinner). But do you know what? So what? He soon stopped when the gravy kept splashing all up his favourite football top.


3. Never say do this/do that.
Make it a challenge or fun or a race. Tell stories instead of giving instruction (calmly and with a jokey angle): 'I once heard about little girl who wouldn't keep her mouth closed when she was eating and she swallowed so much fresh air blah blah blah'
Supermarkets are always a battle ground so think of a distraction or a game to play. Not spot the hairiest woman as my son once suggested.

3. Explain things.
Treat your children with respect. Talk to them, even when they're really little. I know most of it doesn't go in or mean a lot but 'you shouldn't do this because' works better than just 'don't do that'. I hate being told not to do something unless I know why I shouldn't. I get all stubborn and dig my heels in and make a fuss. I guess children are the same. Or I'm a big baby, one of the two.
Also don't be so confrontational. If you do you're just asking for a row.
And if you attempt any of these when they're tired, well, then you're just asking for trouble.

4. Do not bribe.
It just doesn't work. It also means they have 'won'. Tidying up? Not unless you give me a bag of crisps. And the next time I'll want crisps and a mega giant bar of chocolate. Give incentives instead, like 'at the end of the week you'll get X for doing X every day'.

6. Give them your time.
I know this is a toughie, but when I started taking my daughter out, just me and her she changed so much. I never made a big deal of it or announced it we just did it and she clearly loved the one on one attention.
And believe you me, I know how easy it is to sit tapping away at a computer while they play around the house together. Don't do it. They hate it and see it as you think the computer is far more important than they are.
I work from home, so this is a real toughie for me, but when they are around and I don't absolutely have to be tapping away, I don't.


7. It's all a phase.
When your gorgeous baby is throwing food up the walls, or your little girl is refusing to eat anything but sauce or your school age son is obsessed with the contents of his trousers, remember it's not going to last forever.
This phase will then be replaced with another phase and you'll be worrying about a whole different set of things in a few months time.
Stop worrying. Children do annoying/worrying/ridiculous things. If you worry about this one, you'll be worrying for the rest of your life.
Let it go, deal with it, break bad habits, chill out.
For me, knowing there was a light at the end of the tunnel was all I needed!



8. Let them know that you love them at all times.
Well of course they know I love them, you're probably saying. But do they? They're children. They don't know that you brush their teeth every night for their benefit. They don't know that you stop them from running down the pavement alongside a busy road because you want to protect them.
You're just annoying mum or dad who's stopping them from having fun and getting in the way of them scaling the stairs in their SpiderMan outfit.
My son totally gets it now. I rarely have to tell him off. I give him the look that says 'I really love you son, but I do not like your behaviour right now. I'm not angry with you just a bit disappointed'.
And it works. Every time.

I'm not saying these are the answers and believe you me it's been tough, but we're getting there. And I'm pretty sure you guys out there have some others to add . . .

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At what age did you discover there was no such thing as Santa?

>> Thursday, 19 November 2009

What? No such thing as Santa?

Yeah yeah, before any of you come over here with that lame old joke, well, don't.
And by any of you I'm talking about Single Parent Dad and Dad Who Writes and probably Tim.

Anyway, today my 4 year old's pre school teacher announced the class are visiting a local farm/craft centre to see Santa.
Every child to a man is bright eyed and excited and planning their extensive wish list for the big man.
Not my daughter.

When it's announced, my daughter looks bored, rolls her eyes and declares: "I'm not going" (emphasis on the 'I'm') like she's been told she's got to go to the dentist or being forced to walk around Tesco again.

So tonight I say to her: "Why don't you want to go Mia? Don't you want to see Santa? There will be animals there too (she has an animal obsession. Grandma is buying her a 'lifelike' dog that I'm already stressing about, but that's a whole other rant).

She says: "I'll talk to the animals, but not him". She almost hisses the 'him'.

"But how will Santa know what you want for Christmas?",
I coax wondering why on earth I'm going to part with nearly £12 so she can ignore the guy in the big red suit and just pet the guinea pigs.
Then her older wiser brother pulls me to one side. Clearly at the age of (nearly) 7, he is wise to the whole visiting Santa thing.
So he stage whispers to me: "Mummy, it's all right because it won't be the real Santa. It's a man dressed up in a suit. He looks really good so he can fool everyone, but I know that it's not really him because the real Santa will only be in the company of children when they are asleep or he won't bring them presents if he can see them. So don't worry, she won't miss out. But shh, don't tell her. We don't want to spoilt it for her."

Right there. I could munch him right up.

So at what age do they stop believing? At what age did YOU stop believing?

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Wordless Wednesday: Bye bye Baby

>> Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Remember Baby?

The Baby my daughter would not go anywhere without?
The Baby she rocked so lovingly in her arms?
The Baby so loved she really does stink?
The Baby I nearly killed by putting her in a washing machine?
Well, look at her now.


That's a lion chewing on her ear . . .

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Picture Perfect Meme: A rogues' gallery

>> Monday, 16 November 2009

At any given time there is probably a whole host of memes floating around the ether - but do you ever wonder what happens to them once you've passed them on?

I started another meme earlier this year called the Blame Tara Meme (well, that's not what I called it but there's a whole other story there, just ask Blogger Dad).
Anyway, I tracked it around the internet and it's reach was far and wide and it led me some really interesting blogs and places I probably would never have ordinarily visited.

Then I started another meme last month after my daughter drew a picture of me.
I asked other parents to do the same - and the results were just brilliant.
So I wanted to recognise everyone's efforts and to show them what had happened to their meme.
And I should also thank Littlemummy Erica who patiently put all of this together for me - I think she's done a great job.
So to all of those who took part, I thank you, and here is the Picture Perfect Meme gallery in all it's glory.

Oh, and before I go any further Maternal Tales I am so SO sorry, but you're on the slideshow as Maternity Tales - ack, I know.
Your pictures proved an absolute nightmare to upload for some reason but Erica stuck with it and managed to get them on there but got your name wrong. Changing it would have been a whole other kind of nightmare.
So I just wanted to appologise and say . . . It's Erica's fault.




Thank you to:
Babyrambles
How I Like My Coffee
Brits in Bosnia
Jayne Howarth
Rosie Scribble
Littlemummy
Really Rachel
The MadHouse
Potty Diaries
Jo Beaufoix
Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy?
Dad Who Writes
Insomniac Mummy
Butterflies in My Hand
You’ve Got Your Hands Full
Bringing Up Charlie
Weston Super Mum
Rainy Day
Maternal Tales
Hot Cross Mum

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I love. I hate

>> Thursday, 12 November 2009

I hate:

  • People who are unfriendly
  • Rain that manages to creep under your coat
  • Cold feet
  • People who don't indicate when they're driving
  • Poorly made cups of tea
  • When men I don't know call me 'love'
  • Reality TV
  • When my 4 year old calls strangers 'oiy'.
  • Arguments
  • Seeing my children upset

I love:

  • Cuddling up on the sofa with the children to watch the scary Sarah Jane Adventures
  • Music
  • Being out in the fresh air
  • Bathtime with the children
  • Fajitas
  • Sunshine
  • Eddie Izzard and Hugh Laurie
  • A piping hot cup of tea and a giant slab of chocolate
  • Movies
  • Friends
  • When all four of us are piled onto our bed first thing on a Saturday morning.

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The best things about being 4

>> Thursday, 5 November 2009


  • You get to discover new words like: actually, literally and idiot.

  • You can wear your pyjamas with snow boots and nobody cares.

  • You can be cheeky and get away with it as long as you utilise The Grin

  • You have daddy totally wrapped around your little finger. I suspect this remains the same until the age of 35.

  • No one bats an eyelid when you show your knickers in public All The Time.

  • When you count to ten you get a round of applause. When you write your name you get a treat.

  • Dora Dora Dora Dora Dora Dora. Diego.

  • You're still small enough to fit under the bed when playing hide and seek.

  • You can fit in your bed even with every cuddly toy and doll you own on there too.

  • You're still small enough to be rocked in mummy's arms at bedtime.

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For Madeleine McCann

Little Madeleine was nearly 4 years old when she was abducted from the holiday apartment she was staying at with her parents in Portugal in 2007.

My own little girl has just turned 4 so this is uncomfortably close to home for me.

A new appeal is asking social networkers worldwide to post this video which shows what Maddy would look like now, age six.
If you are a blogger, help spread this message and let's use our powerful voices for good and help a UK family in need.





Police have released new age-enhanced pictures of Madeleine as part of the fresh appeal for information to show what she could look like now.
Someone out there knows what happened to Maddy, let's reach out there as far and wide as we can to find them and bring her home.

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3 reasons why being a mum has not made me a better person

>> Wednesday, 4 November 2009

In a recent post I talked about the reasons I think motherhood has made me a better person. Or why I love being a mum.
I’d like to think that I’m pretty much the same person I used to be before children came along, but I do know that parenthood changed me.
I changed mainly for the better, but there is, of course, a flip side to that coin. Becoming a mum is not always a bed of roses.

1. I am way too emotional.
I cry at everything. It's really rather embarrassing because I used to be such a tough nut.
I was all 'for goodness sake, why do mums weep when their children go to school? It's not like they're handing them over to bad people or anything'.
I even cried at the end of The Little Mermaid and had to pretend there was something vitally urgent going on in the kitchen so I could leave the living room and not let my little girl see I was turning into a blubbering mess because Ariel's dad was letting her go to marry the man she loved.
I can no longer read details about child abuse in the press or on TV. If I hear a snipped, I have to put my fingers in my ears and 'la la la la'.
I am not joking.

2. I neglect myself
My children have the coolest wardrobes by a long long mile.
I do not.
Sure I go out shopping with every intention of buying myself something fashionable, colourful, new. But I end up with a pair of boots for my daughter that she doesn't need and a selection of tops for my son.
I convince myself that I need to put my children first, and there is plenty of time for me.
But that is just an excuse, I think. It's easier to concentrate on them, much tougher to look inwardly at myself and have to deal with my appearance, my inner health, my peace of mind.
I look at photos of myself just before having children and I hardly recognise myself.

3. I put the children first before anything and everything else
This is my biggest fault.
I adore my children. I waited until my 30s to have them and becoming a mum, when I didn't think I had it in me, was like a lightbulb moment.
And now, my life pretty much revolves around them. I feel the need to do my utmost to give them the upbringing they deserve.
Does this get in the way of time with my husband? Yes it does. Does this get in the way of spending time away from them? Yes it does.
I'm not so bad now they are older. But still, I have forged a path where they come before everything and everyone and I don't think that's particularly healthy.

Would I change any of this? Yes, I think in an ideal world I probably would.
I took on the challenge of raising two children with open arms. I will do anything to make sure they have a safe, happy home and are given all the support they want or need as they grow up.
Becoming a mother transformed me. Children have a way of doing that; of making you feel like the first person to have a child ever; of making you feel like they are the centre of your universe; making you feel that heart wrenching tug of love when they smile or hug you or call your name.
But does this mean I can't spend a Saturday afternoon in Zara buying myself a new outfit, or in a salon being pampered?
No, of course it doesn't.
Does it mean hubby and I can't be a 'couple' again and spend time without the children hanging off our legs?
No. And this is something I need to work on.

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We're having that willy conversation again . . .

>> Sunday, 1 November 2009

Hubby was lying on Daniel's bed last night reading a story and chatting about their respective days.
Dan is listening but clearly his mind is elsewhere.

"Dad? That bone is in my willy again."
"Is it?" Hubby continues reading the story.

"I'm a bit worried about it. Look at it, it's sticking right up. Is it supposed to do that?"
"I wouldn't worry about it son. It's totally natural. It happens to all boys."

"Does it happen to yours dad? When does it happen to yours? Will you show me the next time it happens?"

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