Sweetcorn Fritters

Agh. The dreaded day has landed upon us; my once wonderful eater has turned into a right fusspot for the best part of the past week.

Foods she once devoured she now reacts to as though I was giving her cat food (squawking and scrunchy faces and spitting food back out ensue). 

One thing I’ve found though, is that finger foods will find their way into her mouth more often than not so I figured – how do I make her favourite foods into more of a readily held meal?

Solution: combine them in egg, milk and flour to make Fritters. Voila! My greedy eater is (kind of) back:

  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 50g self-raising flour
  • 10ml milk
  • 1 already-roasted sweet potato, flesh scooped out
  • 3 spring onions, finely sliced
  • 100g courgette, grated
  • 2tbsp sweetcorn
  • 50g cheddar cheese 

You’ll need to have a sweet potato already baked and ready to be used so wash, stab with a fork a bit and bake in an oven for 40-60mins (depending on size) with a bit of foil on the rack underneath to catch any juice.

Then you can get the batter ready…

  • In a large bowl, beat the egg lightly. Mix in the flour and then the milk to form a thick batter. 
  • Cut open the baked sweet potato and scoop the squishyness out and into the batter. 
  • Add the spring onions, courgette, sweetcorn and cheese. Mix well. 
  • Heat up a non-stick frying pan with a light drizzle of oil for good measure over a medium heat.
  • Using a table spoon, plop heaped tablespoons of the batter into the pan so that they form nice even rounds and fry for 2-3mins each side till a lovely golden brown.
  • Note – they’re not the driest fritters on account of the veggies in the mix! 

Things I Learned About Breastfeeding

This is my honest Ode To Breastfeeding. I’m not going to bother extolling the virtues of it because at the end of the day a fed and nourished baby is happy baby, regardless of breast or formula.

And for my guy friends – this’ll probably wander into TMI territory – you have been warned.

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Throwback to a feed at 8 months old

At 14 months, Adelyn’s still getting breastmilk straight from the source (we really really tried but she just absolutely refused the bottle). Even though I’m back at work, and with her eight (!) teeth we still manage to get a morning and a bedtime feed in – I’m not in a rush to stop as I love the bonding time we get and I know it won’t last forever (because I have no intention of being GoT’s Lysa Arryn).

I’ve had some of my funniest, most memorable experiences of being a mum because of breastfeeding – from wandering outside with my nursing top still in feed position (i.e. exposed), to enjoying a walk in the woods with Adelyn dangling in her sling nursing happily. From leaky boob situations out in public (always wear a dark colour!) to now; prising her little hands away as they seek to pull my top down to get access.

I thought I’d read a lot of stuff to prepare for a baby before Adelyn came along and I was still surprised by so many things when it came to breastfeeding. Though I guess it was a nice surprise to discover that you (usually) don’t get your period if you’re Breastfeeding loads!

The Beginning:

We had to have a C-Section to give birth so I had the worry about skin-to-skin and not being able to breastfeed straight away – I’m so grateful that she didn’t sense any apprehension and simply suckered on for a good 40 minutes as soon as I was able to hold her to me.

A lot of the books talk about the importance of getting your milk supply up and maintaining it – I was so worried about “what if I can’t produce enough milk for my baby?”. So imagine my surprise as I realised really quickly that the opposite was actually possible; Overproduction.

Milk went EVERYWHERE.

My bra size went up to EE, which I didn’t even know was a thing.

When you’re feeding your newborn baby on demand every few hours and your milk is literally spraying all over said baby, do you realise how many time you have to change them into dry clothes?!

Breastfeeding Adelyn always meant frantic screaming for “more muslins!!”, many bibs, those milk cup collector things and even that wasn’t enough to stop my poor baby from getting soggy.

I went through so many breast pads, and I tried all the brands (from supermarket to eco-friendly to bamboo pads to branded) and can honestly say that Lansinoh are the best (this isn’t an ad by the way). They could absorb a stunning amount of liquid and stay dry against your skin whilst staying quite discrete.

The Let Down Reflex:

My biggest shock was that when you experience “let down” it happens in both boobs – i.e. your baby is suckling on one boob and as the milk starts coming out (basically of it’s own accord as a trickle or a stream or a downright watering-can-style-spray) it comes out of BOTH nips.

It felt weird too – like a pins and needles feeling. Kind of shocking because who the hell is used to having pins and needles in their jugs, for goodness sake.

Hearing Adelyn cry would sometime trigger my milk let down. Having a hot shower would also set them off. Literally spent at least the first 5 months of being a mum with SOMETHING held to my breasts.

A Favourite Breast:

As we had a C-Section, it made holding her bloody awkward in those first few weeks – thank goodness they come out tinyish.

For some reason Adelyn was fine feeding from Left but struggled to latch and would get frustrated about Right – which meant Left was making a lot more milk than Right and I was panicking. The Rugby Hold didn’t work too well (as a way to try to let her feed as if she was being held to the Left but actually feeding on the Right) and I was NOT impressed when the health visitor thought it’d be a great idea to nurse lying down sideways – how is a woman who’s stomach muscles have just been cut through supposed to sit back up again to wind the baby? With said newborn conked out next to her?!

We managed in the end though, through perseverance and improving the latch and my nifty pregnancy pillow turned feeding pillow. I did dread feeding from Right for what felt like an age but was probably more like 3-4 weeks.

Nipple Changes:

I now take it for granted that I’ve been able to breastfeed for a year now without much thought – she knows what to do and can basically attach herself from any angle. It’s not unless I stop and reminisce about the early days that I remember the extreme discomfort one’s nipples experience as they learn to get used to having a little being attached every few hours through the day (and night). I never had to use any balms but I do remember a hint of blood blistering and tenderness (it hurt to feel clothes against them FFS) – but thankfully that only lasted a couple of weeks and I barely remember it now.

They definitely got darker in colour too – I wonder if that’s to help the baby hone in on them…?

They go back to normal after a little while!

Pumping – Bloody Annoying:

After I discovered my alarmingly overzealous milk production in the form of poor Adelyn spluttering during her feeds, I found I had to pump a teeny bit before our night feeds (as she’d sleep for a little longer between feeds) to basically ease the pressure. I would also have to wake up in the middle of the night to pump even when she didn’t wake up for a feed because guess what? Breasts that are full of milk get pretty damn swollen and uncomfortable.

Top tip: a manual pump was easier than an electric one. That thing went with me everywhere at one point. On holiday, trips to the shopping mall – if I was out of the house and knew there was a chance that Adelyn would miss a feed, it was a boob-saver.

14 Months On:

Before I had Adelyn, I kind of figured I’d probably have stopped breastfeeding by 12 months. Yet a year went by and it still didn’t feel like it was time (even though 4 teeth had come through by then).

Yeah I have my days where I feel like this:

 

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From Bored Panda’s 10+ Animal Expressions That Sum Up Being A Mum

And sure, she’s developed a habit of sticking her other hand down my bra and slapping me mid-feed.

But hey – I don’t know how much longer she’ll want to come to me with her arms thrown wide – so I’ll happily go on for a bit longer.

Kx

Peak Mum Moment

I wanted to write an inspirational post in honour of it being international Women’s Day. Y’know; about being proud to be a woman and making a difference etc etc. 

What happened though was that I had the  messiest, most difficult time feeding my very own little lady her dinner tonight. She insisted on poking her tongue out after every other mouthful and basically made the action of washing her hands in her food bowl before throwing said hands in the air thus creating a confetti effect of macaroni bolognese. 

And then I had to jump back into work mode, as I’ve been working from home today. 

Oh and I cooked dinner.

HAVOC!!


Being a working mum ain’t easy. Being a working mum and working from home is like…the ultimate test of nerve, wits and patience haha…

I’m grateful that my other little (pug) lady was around to help me clean (read: eat) up the mess. 

I’m grateful that I have my own home in which to be a working mum within.

I’m grateful to have been blessed enough to have a little one, and to have the opportunity to raise a sassy, amazing little girl. 

I’m grateful for my own sassy, amazing mum. 

And I’m grateful for marrying an incredible man who supports me in my every effort to do awesome things. 

Peace and much love to all!

Kx

Baby Food Recipe: Chicken and Chickpea Curry


The concept of giving our little one her first taste of curry raised a bunch of questions; mostly around should you give curry to a baby and what happens to their poop.

As I tentatively tried out this recipe on Adelyn, I found that she seemed to really enjoy the creamy and new flavour (I guess it’s like chicken korma), and we didn’t notice any discernible difference in her poop haha…I opted for a mild curry powder from the supermarket as a gentle introduction to the flavour.

Adelyn will have to get used to a bit of spice anyway so that she can fully appreciate the delicious Malaysian cuisine she’ll be growing up with – and we don’t plan on raising a spice-adverse bubba.

And guess what? Babies love flavour! Don’t forget that a lot of the time it’s a whole new experience for them, every time you offer a taste of something new.

Knowing that this recipe is packed with Vitamin A & C (sweet potatoes) fibre and folate (chickpeas) and protein (chicken) too means you can be reassured that it’s also good for the little ones too.

This recipe should make enough for 4 generous portions.

Ingredients:

  • 2 chicken thighs, diced
  • 1 medium-sized sweet potato, peeled and chopped into small cubes
  • 1 garlic clove, peeled and finely chopped
  • 1-2 shallots, diced
  • 1-2cm nubbin of ginger, peeled and finely grated
  • 1tsp mild curry powder
  • 200ml coconut milk (TIP: use a big can and save the other half to add to porridge!)
  • 200ml water
  • 1x 210g can of chick peas, drained and rinsed
  • Generous handful of spinach, washed and finely chopped.

Lightly fry the chicken and shallots in a saucepan, then add the sweet potato. Allow to cook for a couple of minutes, then add the trio of flavour – garlic, ginger and curry powder to the pan and stir well to coat evenly.

Add the coconut milk and the water and bring up to the boil. Then pop in the chick peas, reduce heat slightly and simmer for 10-12 minutes or until the chicken has cooked fully and the potato is tender.

Add the spinach towards the end of your cooking time.

Blitz to the consistency your baby likes (above was half blended and half mashed). Goes great with some steamed cauliflower or pitta bread as finger food!

Freezes well.

Enjoy! Kx

Oh Tantrums Have Arrived


I am now covered in tears, snot, semi-masticated apple and crumbs after dealing with my very first toddler meltdown. 

All because I dared to take a bite from my apple which I’d let her hold. 

How did I cope? 

  • Picked her up for a cuddle
  • Put her back down again as the screaming was REALLY loud in my face
  • Tried to give her the apple again to appease her apparent anger
  • Picked up the apple bits off the floor after she threw it in annoyance
  • Tried waving the alarm remote control dongle thing that she’s been eyeing up for ages at her
  • Sang really loudly 
  • Gave her her Bunny (poor Bunny is now just as messy as I am)
  • Gave her her favourite snack which stopped her cries for all of 10 seconds till she decided she didn’t like it anymore – then I knew I was in trouble 
  • Turned to the usual comforter int he form of my milk…

And peace is restored. For now…

Baby Weaning Recipe: Creamy Chicken & Courgette

I’m going to be honest here and say I’m not finding it easy to balance all of the different responsibilities I have now, in y’know, life.

Mum. Wife. Daughter. Colleague. My time to just be in my own head to blog has been minimised to “if and when Adelyn naps at the weekend and I’m not catching up on sleep” (i.e. not all that often).

There’s a pressure I’m putting on myself to give both Adelyn and Work my full energy as I’m invariably in the presence of one or the other, so it involves lots of rushing around and many attempts to ensure efficiency.

I just woke up from a 1.5 morning nap of my own (she’s still going) and was stunned to see how much brighter my complexion looks just thanks to getting some more damn sleep. Ahhh…

And yet – I am still diligent about making food for Adelyn. Even though at the grand age of 1 she can eat what we eat, just a bit more smooshed up, I’m still preparing meals for the week for her so that I know she’s got home-cooked lushness even when I’m working.

This meal came about as a result of having a bunch of odds and ends in the kitchen, brought together in a moreish garlicky white sauce. It did involve a few pots and pans to have things on the go at the same time but the end result is both nutritious and comforting – Adelyn couldn’t get enough!

Ingredients:

1 potato, peeled and cubed

1 chicken thigh, skinless & boneless

1 courgette, washed and finely grated

2 florets of broccoli

1 small clove of garlic

1 tbsp sweetcorn, chopped

15g butter

15g plain flour

350ml milk

  • Preheat the grill and put a saucepan of water on to boil.
  • Lightly oil a roasting tray then grill your chicken thigh for about 12 minutes, turning over halfway through.
  • Put the potatoes and broccoli into the saucepan and boil for 10mins till soft, then drain and leave to cool slightly.
  • Get a small saucepan and just lightly stir-fry the grated courgette for a couple of minutes, so that it’s softened slightly.
  • To make the white sauce (and I might have my suggested amounts a bit off above as I tend to make this by eye, so I do apologise and will update once I get a better handle on the amounts!) get another sauce on a medium heat and melt your butter in it. Add the flour gradually, stirring all the while. It’ll “honeycomb” – i.e. bubble slightly and resemble honeycomb. Take it off the heat so that you can then better control the viscosity as you gradually add the milk to the pan – keep stirring to minimise it clumping too much. You should end up with a mixture of the consistency of decent custard.
  • Finely grate the clove of garlic straight into the mix, along with your chopped sweetcorn, then pop back onto a medium heat to thicken a bit more so you have a creamy, thick texture going on. Season with a little black pepper if you feel so inclined.
  • Now to combine everything. Lightly mash the potatoes and broccoli mix, then add the courgette. Pour in the white sauce and give it a stir to combine. Tear the chicken into fine strips with your fingers and just break or chop into little pieces.
  • Then it’s up to you if you need to blitz it to a puree, blend it to a chunkier consistency (as in the photo above) or leave as is if your bubba has taken to chewing!

Family Friendly Outings: Flat Iron, Henrietta St

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The Flat Iron steak, with sides of Roast Aubergine and Dripping Cooked Chips – served with Peppercorn Sauce*

Environment: This is the only Flat Iron I’ve been to and I hear it’s the biggest of the three locations. Beautiful frontage, with a window to have a nose at the Butcher butchering away and the ice cream counter at the front (more on that later). You can just about wheel a Bugaboo around in there, if you don’t mind being glared at by other patrons. They don’t take reservations though so if you’re hungry and heading there with a little one in tow, you might want to plan to get there shortly after midday to get a table. They’ll only seat you if all of your party are present too.

There’s a tempting bar to wait at, should you find yourself waiting for a table and you’re not, y’know – breastfeeding. Ginger beer for me then…

Facilities: The grown-up loos are located downstairs, but there is a changing table in the disabled toilet to be found on the ground floor. Please note that no matter how nicely you ask (we tried!) they are unable to provide hot water in which to warm milk with. Health and Safety *rolls eyes*

High chair: your standard wooden high chair.

Food: Ah the food – this is what you’re coming here for! My eyes are often bigger than my stomach – so when the flat iron steak was placed in front of me, I wilted a teensy bit if I’m perfectly honest BUT it was actually a great size to enjoy – as you’ll want to partake of the sides on offer and have space for that freebie ice cream at the end of your meal. Actually – looking at the photo, it looks substantial so perhaps I had my husband goggles on as I know he would want to demolish this x3.

So the flat iron (US) steak, aka the butler’s (UK) or oyster blade (Aussie/Kiwi) steak – to be found in the shoulder. It’s a cheaper cut, thus the most excellent price point. Rich in flavour and delicious when eaten Medium/Medium-Rare (cooked any more and I expect your jaw would be in for a bit of a workout).

The chips were crisp and more-ish – as you should well expect as they’re cooked in beef dripping! And I loved the creamed spinach over the aubergine. Went really well with the steak, as did my fave steak sauce – Peppercorn.  At £10 for a flat iron steak, including a little pot of salad leaves – I’ve not felt the need to try the other cuts that they also have on offer  yet.

This is also the only branch that gives you a free ice cream cone at the end of your meal, just take your receipt to the counter on your way out and they’ll give you a scoop. Salt Caramel, dunked into dark chocolate shavings – oh my. There’s a whole history to it too – I believe historically there used to be a fella who would give out ice cream in this part of Covent Garden, so Flat Iron have honoured his generosity.

Overall: I’m going to say this because I am one – there were a hilarious amount of Asians in there both times I’ve been.  What can I say – we love good food at good prices! I’m a fan of Flat Iron – the service is friendly, even on New Years Day. The food comes quickly – perfect for is your infant is having one of those days. I wouldn’t place it as an immediately family friendly restaurant however, because of the no-hot-water thing. Also because you have mini cleavers on your table, so watch those tiny wandering hands if they’re within grabbing distance. If you have slightly older children though, the whole family will be able to enjoy an affordable steak, with free ice cream to boot – what a treat!

*photo courtesy of my dear friend Lucy – because I have not gotten the quick snapping of food thing down yet mostly because I am hungry a lot of the time, as is Adelyn!