How to work from home efficiently.How to separate home life and work when both are in the same place.How to switch off when working from home…….And many more BLOG titles that make you think… ‘Hey, I could do that’.Firstly I am not demeaning the w…
Reality does bite.. and believe me it has a full set of teethThis post was started a few times but due to lack of time and there only being 1 of me.. I couldn’t seem to get it finishedSo since we last spoke life has been a little hectic.I finally found…
Where does it come from
- 34 Page HACCP complete and proof read. As you can imagine this was tough so when I read it, you could easily see the nights were I worked late. One line read as follow
- All 20 recipes have been finally set in stone and documented officially. I have been using these recipes for some time, but never gave them an official Revision Number. Now its finally done.
- All arrangements are now in place to have my Nutritional, Shelf Life and Gluten Free Testing completed. If anyone has a spare €5000 floating about please feel free to send it my way…… Testing is expensive.
Slowly Slowly – Catchy MonkeyYou know that saying…. well it doesn’t work.Slowly Slowly gets nothing done sometimes.Well 6mths into the year and not too much has been achieved.BUTI have been busy.Most of it was spent filling in endless forms and ringi…
This is a little bit of History about my love of cooking.
I have always believed that the best gift you can give anyone is to Cook for them.
|Mum & Dad on their wedding day
My first memories of home life are the SMELLS.
Some were weird.. some made you want to take a bite out of thin air… and others made you wretch, but all had a story and were made by my Dad
Here are some of the smells that have left a lasting dent on my brain…
Freshly caught fish being gutted and filleted on old news papers, down in my dad’s shed. This always started out ‘stinky’ but ended up so delicious.
Baked Beetroot, until I was in my 30’s I never even tasted freshly baked beetroot. The smell from home always put me off, but now I’m a big girl I love it.
Saturday night was always Jam night. Dad seemed to have the biggest pot known to man (then again I was small) and he would fill it with delicious fresh fruits from the garden, add suger and leave to boil and set for what seemed like a week. The only one that made my nose twitch was the gooseberry jam which was a little ‘spikey’ for me.
I was brought up in a Catholic family, and my mum would insist that we attended mass each week. I would choose to go on Saturday night which meant I could spend Sunday morning in the kitchen with my Dad cooking the Sunday dinner. That is were my love of cooking started and I still love to bake and cook and find it so theraputic.
So here’s what happened…. It was a lovely day in May, I went to bed and woke up in September.Someone broke into my life and stole TIME. So here I am catching up.I’ll make it brief and to the point. This is everything you missed..First Hol…
Thought I’d give a wee update on Kookee – the family and Kookee – the business.It’s been a busy 2 wks, so here goes.Well the big news is #4 got tooth number 9 (almost half way there)So finally he has stopped trying to chew his way through the radi…