June has finally brought with it, days painted in glorious golds and skies in the deepest of blues and even the birds have begun to shout their morning song for us. Here’s to letting more sunshine into our lives.
And so, to welcome in the month of wonderful weather and beautiful changes, I have the greatest pleasure of launching my brand new website –
Oaty Chocolate Chip & Cranberry Cookies, makes one dozen (ish)
1/4 cup brown sugar (to taste, the dried fruit and choc chips add a lot of sweetness)
1 cup oats
3/4 cup flour
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup milk and white chocolate chips
1/3 cup craisins (Dried Cranberries😉 ) I also used dried Cherries and Figs
1/2 cup softened butter/ coconut oil
Blend together the softened butter and sugar. Stir in the egg. Now stir in the remaining ingredients so everything is well blended. Cover a baking sheet with parchment paper. Drop spoonfuls of cookie dough on the baking sheet. Bake at 180° for 15-18 minutes.
This is one of my fondest muffins. It’s my grandmother’s recipe that she’d use all the time when we were younger, always interchanging ingredients. It is so versatile, delicious and filling and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Recipe – makes 12
1/2 cup course wholemeal flour
1/2 cup plain flour
1 cup oats
1 ripe banana (mashed)
1/4 cup coconut oil
1/4 cup mixed seeds
1/4 cup dried fruit
1/4 cup muscovado sugar
1 tsp bicarb
1/2 tsp baking powder
almond milk/water – add a small amount of liquid at a time until a thick consistency is achieved
Mix all those ingredients up
Throw into oiled muffin trays
Bake at 180º for 15 min
Cool in tin and transfer to wire rack
Or Eat straight away…😉
*They keep for about a week in an airtight container
To start off the New Year, I had the pleasure of photographing a wonderful wedding for a beautiful couple.
It was a few days after the floods and there was talk of more rain that Saturday. With that in mind, I apprehensively made my way to the Church, expecting the worst of all the bad weather we’d been experiencing. Surprisingly, I was greeted by the most glorious winter sun blossoming over West Cork, and my heart swelled for the Couple.
Rays of light poured in through every window, bathing the entire building in gold. But the air was still cold and my fingers protested with stiffness. *note to self – wear gloves!
The events of the day unfolded perfectly. The ceremony swirled passed and before long I found myself at the final destination, The Fernhill Hotel in Clonakilty.
What a spectacular venue, still adorned in its Christmas finery. Fairy lights twinkled around the Christmas tree as guests were greeted by a beautifully laid out drinks reception.
There was a wonderful atmosphere and I feel so grateful to have been asked to document such a beautiful celebration of the lovely couple, Ann & Teddy.
Thursday’s are always late nights in our house (Guitar Lessons). So to occupy my evening with Christmas cheer, I stumbled upon this fantastically easy tutorial by one of my all time FAVORITE DIYers – Threadbangers!!!! (If you don’t know who they are yet, CHECK THEM OUT RIGHT NOW).
This has got to be One of the easiest DIY’s I’ve Ever done. It took 15 minutes and all you need is some Festive Washi tape and Scissors (the red nose I had left over from a few years ago).
Go forth and adorn your houses,(rooms, cars, doors) EVERYTHING!!!
A few weeks ago, we visited the annual Christmas Market in Galway. It was actually my first time there and Let me tell you, it was Great. The atmosphere was mesmerising.
Where: The Spanish Arch, Galway City | When: 20th November – 22nd December
After almost three weeks away, my amazing husband ‘surprised me’ with ‘we’re going to Galway for the weekend’ (not because I have been pestering him constantly, of course). We decided to stay a few nights in Galway after Elvis’s gig in Limerick so that we could visit the Market and do a little exploring.
Being away for any length of time often makes you think of home. And, do you know what one of the best things about living in Ireland is – The People. A friendly smile or a kind ‘Hello’ from a stranger, is never uncommon. And I find that travelling abroad is always great but, and it must be that I’ve now lived here too long, coming home to the atmosphere here is just magic.
And so our story begins…
The air was laden with heady Christmas smells as we tramped our way through bustling crowds. The last remnants of crumpled soggy leaves clung to drains and footpaths. Throngs of people draped in woolly hats, gloves and scarves trailed from stalls. Queues of chatter and Christmas songs filled the air. It was cold with not a hint of rain in the clear sky, surprising for the the middle of November. Irish weather is so unpredictable, as the next day brought with it a damp, muggy drizzle that lasted a week.
Anyhow as the day went on, smoke rose in tendrils from chimney’s all along the square, puffing away contently to the sound of Christmas. I can close my eyes and be transported right back to that moment. There was magic in my air.
We ate freshly cooked hot dogs, ketchup dripping onto our cold fingers and drank steaming cups of mulled wine. We soaked in every ounce of the Christmas Spirit.
And that was the moment Christmas kicked in…
So, as the cold began to creep into our boots, gnawing slowly at our toes, we decided to go on a little adventure to find a tea house that I had read about on tripadvisor. It’s a quaint little place that is terribly difficult to find when your phone has died. But worth it in the end.
The Secret Garden is a pretty tea room with an expansive range of teacups and pots that even I was jealous of.
As the door opened in, a warm wave of aromatic smells washed over me. Bathed in an ambiance of fruity herbal teas and candle light, I had met my heaven (If you know me, you know how much I LOVE TEA). It was the perfect end our Market Adventure.
Ok, it wasn’t exactly the end, we still had to walk 20 minutes back to the Hotel, which really is the best way to get acquainted with a place, I think.
We had an amazing panfried salmon dressed in a beautifully tangy basil pesto. Resting, oh so precariously, on a bed of baby potatoes, rocket leaves and garden peas. Ok, I’ll stop, I’m making myself hungry just writing about it…