<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:07:45.088Z</updated><title type='text'>BRIDDON BUNS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6344204664278864509</id><published>2009-10-19T09:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:39:20.989Z</updated><title type='text'>ITS AGREED THEN</title><content type='html'>After a bizarre few days we have finally agreed a sale on our house. Last Wednesday the estate agents phoned to say someone wanted to look round. This was fine &amp;amp; she gave me the details of who &amp;amp; when. After I came off the phone I went back to my hoovering, only to stop &amp;amp; think .."C*****ki? We bought the house from someone called C*****ki .... not a very common name for Dronfield". I had to call in to the estate agents to pick up some more brochures, so I asked if it was Donna &amp;amp; yes it was!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st reaction was they were just coming to have a nosey round, but I remembered when we handed over the keys, she wasn't just crying - she was sobbing. Anyway the viewing time came &amp;amp; after a chat &amp;amp; a laugh I left her &amp;amp; her daughter to wonder round alone ( her husband didn't come - he'd said "What's the point, I've lived there for 2 years!"). She kept saying "Oh my house, it's my house!" To cut a long story short (see below!!), they offered, we accepted &amp;amp; they want to be in for the beginning of December - yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6344204664278864509?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6344204664278864509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6344204664278864509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6344204664278864509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6344204664278864509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-agreed-then.html' title='ITS AGREED THEN'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-9102275639371980879</id><published>2009-10-19T08:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:25:48.477Z</updated><title type='text'>ANNIVERSARY WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Christian &amp;amp; my 7th wedding anniversary - blimey! &amp;amp; we had a fantastic weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night we went to the Arena to see my favourites Spandau Ballet! They were amazing, as cheesy as ever - I love 'em! It was Gary Kemp's 50th birthday too, the years have been particularly kind to him &amp;amp; I found him very fanciable phwooor!! The years hadn't been as kind to John Keeble the drummer, who just looked like a bit of a scruff who never had a job!!! (I'm sure he's a very nice man though). All the songs were great &amp;amp; I still knew all the lyrics. Tony Hadley didn't hold the notes as long as he used to &amp;amp; the whole songs were played quite a bit slower. Christian thought this was their new tweak on old material, personally I believe there were just a bit knackered - they've been at it for 30 years to be fair! The whole night was fantastic though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night Christian cooked for me &amp;amp; we had an exclusive dinner party! He did trout salad with saffron as a starter followed by beef fillet with a gratin of mushrooms, creamed horseradish spinach &amp;amp; rosemary &amp;amp; garlic saute potatoes. It was gorgeous. We sat at the table until 3am ish, talking &amp;amp; drinking far too much &amp;amp; it was really lovely. We should really make the effort to sit &amp;amp; talk over a nice meal more often, instead of eating &amp;amp; rushing off to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday .... oohhhh..... bit of a thick head! Too much wine, 3 hours sleep &amp;amp; 2 lively children doesn't work that well! But we soldiered on! And what a reward - after a fantastic race, Jenson Button clinched the drivers world championship. Very well deserved! And so to bed. I have to say I feel 100% better today. What a great weekend - thank you Briddons - a job well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="c02"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-9102275639371980879?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/9102275639371980879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=9102275639371980879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9102275639371980879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9102275639371980879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/anniversary-weekend.html' title='ANNIVERSARY WEEKEND'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-4970270597213439247</id><published>2009-10-15T09:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:32:36.414Z</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING PART 3</title><content type='html'>As the alarm sounded at 6am this morning &amp;amp; I heard the rain lashing against the window, my heart sank a little. I pulled my weary body out of bed - eyes still slightly closed, to find that my legs didn't ache anymore - yay! The muscles in my thighs have been having a right party this last couple of days, catching up with their long lost muscle cousins that we didn't even realise existed anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I ran too fast on Tuesday, hence my pain. So today - this rainy Thursday morning - I opted for stretches, followed by 2 mins brisk walk &amp;amp; then the good old 'Inman Shuffle', a ridiculous running technique engineered by my father-in-law. Not quite as bad as that episode of 'Friends', where Phoebe &amp;amp; Rachel run around Central Park like spazes, but not far from it! Definitely one for dark mornings with a baseball cap on to disguise your identity. But it works a treat! I feel great &amp;amp; my thigh muscles are very happy - thank you dear father-in-law!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-4970270597213439247?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4970270597213439247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=4970270597213439247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4970270597213439247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4970270597213439247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-part-3.html' title='RUNNING PART 3'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-9118965927536758831</id><published>2009-10-13T08:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:07:27.321Z</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING - PART 2</title><content type='html'>I did it!! I was awake 10 mins before my alarm(5:50am) - so I got up, put on my running attire, did some stretches, powered up my iPod &amp;amp; off I went. Running (well jogging really) for 60 seconds then walking for 90 seconds all for 20 mins - I ran about 1 mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went well, running up hill (Sheff is soooo hilly!), not running in dog shite (as I was running on grass to save my ankles &amp;amp; knees), right until the last bit. The bit I thought would be easy, running back down the hill. I started feeling a little queasy - but soldiered on none the less. When I got home &amp;amp; stopped I felt really crap, very sick &amp;amp; dizzy - so I curled up in a whimpering ball on the settee for 10 mins instead of stretching properly - DOH! I'll pay for that little mistake tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, though I loved it. I may feel &amp;amp; sound like I've just smoked 60 fags. I will get better. My body is now a temple - I have even just refused a bacon sandwich .... mind you it was smoked bacon .... &amp;amp; does smell rather good .... maybe a little one won't harm ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-9118965927536758831?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/9118965927536758831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=9118965927536758831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9118965927536758831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9118965927536758831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/running-part-2.html' title='RUNNING - PART 2'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-3947638079046018556</id><published>2009-10-12T15:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:23:46.793Z</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S ABOUT RIGHT</title><content type='html'>I've just been reading the google ads on my blog &amp;amp; they're all about washing machines, hoovers, coffee &amp;amp; children's parties ......omg - my life summed up in google ads, hilarious! Must go get coffee - bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-3947638079046018556?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3947638079046018556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=3947638079046018556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3947638079046018556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3947638079046018556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-about-right.html' title='THAT&apos;S ABOUT RIGHT'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2113219295739267898</id><published>2009-10-12T11:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:00:40.531Z</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning at 6am it begins - I am starting to run! My husband has been doing it for a few weeks now &amp;amp; after looking at his legs the other day, I thought "OMG! Its actually working!" You see I mainly want to tone my legs up - it's jumper dress &amp;amp; boots weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to tell anyone, but if no one knows &amp;amp; I don't actually do it, then I don't let anyone down. As it stands, since Friday a lot of my friends are egging me on &amp;amp; pleased for me, so motivation is gained!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought a rather large digital watch, with stopwatch (obviously) &amp;amp; a bright pink running top (to keep Mum happy - "it's still dark at 6am - don't get run over, make sure you can be seen"). Training schedule sorted, start in short blasts, run on the grass &amp;amp; I've got 'Girls Aloud Greatest Hits' on my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck &amp;amp; I'll report back tomorrow :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2113219295739267898?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2113219295739267898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2113219295739267898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2113219295739267898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2113219295739267898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/running.html' title='RUNNING'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6247882935506611768</id><published>2009-10-12T09:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:40:13.742Z</updated><title type='text'>CHILDREN'S PARTIES PART 2</title><content type='html'>This series of posts could run &amp;amp; run!! Don't worry dear reader, it won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were at a play centre party &amp;amp; very good it was too. It was &lt;a href="http://www.thealphabetzoo.co.uk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, at Alphabet Zoo. We've not been there before, well I took my nephew to a party there 8 or 10 years ago but we were a week early so we didn't stay!! Alice enjoyed herself - right up to the moment the bloke in a monkey suit came out! She really doesn't like those &amp;amp; isn't even fooled into thinking its a real monkey. "I don't like the man-in-a-monkey-suit bit Mummy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I would personally like to thank Mr Sainsbury's for selling 'High School Musical' dolls for half price &amp;amp; I'm wondering if Mr Tesco would do a similar offer on something for boys. Thank-you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6247882935506611768?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6247882935506611768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6247882935506611768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6247882935506611768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6247882935506611768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/childrens-parties-part-2.html' title='CHILDREN&apos;S PARTIES PART 2'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-3131621887388835667</id><published>2009-10-08T10:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:10:46.299Z</updated><title type='text'>LAKELAND RULES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Being something of a half descent cook (own trumpet successfully blown) - I have decided to concentrate on my presentation a bit - too much 'Masterchef - The Professionals' I fear. Anyway I've been looking in to buying some cooking rings - you know, those little metal rings to mold whatever &amp;amp; make it look all restauranty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went down 2 routes originally, firstly to buy some. I found that they range (generally) between £2.99 &amp;amp; 10 quid each. The only problem with that is you are stuck with the same size &amp;amp; I'd probably be spending £50 as I wanted 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plan B was a great chav approach! Wash empty Heinz Pasta Shapes tins &amp;amp; remove the bottom! Hhmmm! I think we can do a bit better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a bit more thinking &amp;amp; a prompt by the way of a brochure through the door, I tried good old &lt;a href="http://www.lakeland.co.uk/"&gt;Lakeland&lt;/a&gt;. They had had a massive brain wave on the cooking ring front &amp;amp; come up with &lt;a href="http://www.lakeland.co.uk/adjustable-cooking-rings/F/product/12786"&gt;these affordable &amp;amp; size altering beauties&lt;/a&gt; - not to mention they store away flat. You can even (with the aid of a v sharp knife) add some more slits for even smaller rings. Oh fabulous! Needless to say my 6 rings are here &amp;amp; awaiting use!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-3131621887388835667?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3131621887388835667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=3131621887388835667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3131621887388835667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3131621887388835667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/lakeland-rules.html' title='LAKELAND RULES!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5719874988453012496</id><published>2009-10-08T10:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:12:17.728Z</updated><title type='text'>WHERE'S MY HEAD AT?</title><content type='html'>Twice, I've gone to empty the washing machine this morning to find that I've not actually switched it on - idiot! The 1st time I hadn't shut the machine door &amp;amp; the 2nd time I hadn't pressed the flashing green button - it's the same load as well. It's hardly rocket science. I obviously have my idiot head on today, I blame the lack of Magners - ah well the weekend is only a day away :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;Clean washing successfully removed from machine - a small triumph in the day of a housewife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5719874988453012496?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5719874988453012496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5719874988453012496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5719874988453012496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5719874988453012496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-my-head-at.html' title='WHERE&apos;S MY HEAD AT?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-755688406406929123</id><published>2009-10-07T13:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:12:26.809Z</updated><title type='text'>TASSIMO UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's back. They've just changed the espresso pod from Kenco to Carte Noir. Unfortunately if your Tassimo machine has a Kenco badge on it, the new pods won't work! Fortunately ours doesn't but my thoughts are with those Kenco badged Tassimo machine people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-755688406406929123?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/755688406406929123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=755688406406929123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/755688406406929123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/755688406406929123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/tassimo-update.html' title='TASSIMO UPDATE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2469352547235646061</id><published>2009-10-07T12:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:06:49.831Z</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLE TOTS</title><content type='html'>Last week I took Amelia to a trail session at &lt;a href="http://www.tumbletots.com/programmes.php?ID=4"&gt;Tumble Tots&lt;/a&gt;, she was a bit quiet to start with but by the 1st break for singing (play, sing, play some more, sing some more, go home!) she was lovin' it! Cheering &amp;amp; clapping after every song. So, I decided to take her again this week &amp;amp; enroll her. This time she was knocking at the door to get in as the leaders were setting up! She climbed on everything &amp;amp; at singing time she not only cheered &amp;amp; clapped after every song - she looked round the group saying 'Well Done' to the other children! I think she's going to be one of those children everyone knows the name of!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2469352547235646061?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2469352547235646061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2469352547235646061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2469352547235646061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2469352547235646061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/tumble-tots.html' title='TUMBLE TOTS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5062634620820861079</id><published>2009-10-06T08:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:06:29.247Z</updated><title type='text'>TASSIMO HORROR</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago, I bought Christian a Tassimo coffee machine for Christmas - it didn't quite top the Xbox gift but has come a close second! Since Amelia started walking (running &amp;amp; climbing), I have found a great love/need for this delicious caffeine based beverage - latte in particular. But to my horror I can't seem to buy any latte coffee pods anymore. Sainsburys in Dronfield &amp;amp; Sheffield have stopped selling it, as have Tesco in Chesterfield. So to the website ..... oh no ....out of stock - it's a complete Tassimo horror!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5062634620820861079?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5062634620820861079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5062634620820861079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5062634620820861079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5062634620820861079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/tassimo-horror.html' title='TASSIMO HORROR'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-4874855513134317678</id><published>2009-10-06T07:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:59:27.309Z</updated><title type='text'>POORLY BUNNY</title><content type='html'>Poor Alice isn't very well at all :( When I picked her up from school yesterday she looked very pale &amp;amp; sad. The teacher told me she had a nasty fall &amp;amp; grazed her elbow, so I thought she was just feeling sorry for herself &amp;amp; a bit shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home she was still very upset &amp;amp; just lay on the settee, so as all bad mothers do, I offered her a MacDonalds Happy Meal for tea! This seemed to work &amp;amp; she perked up. Not long after setting off in the car for said happy meal she decided to barf all over! Well better before than after - I do so hate wasting money ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This began a long afternoon &amp;amp; evening of my poor little girlie throwing up, aahh, finally ending at about 9:30pm. So far today she's had milk, Rice Krispies &amp;amp; toast - so I would say she's on the mend. I hate my babies being unwell :( A well deserved 'duvet day' is the order of the day I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-4874855513134317678?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4874855513134317678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=4874855513134317678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4874855513134317678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4874855513134317678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/poorly-bunny.html' title='POORLY BUNNY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-3640419940419076956</id><published>2009-10-04T17:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:02:45.019Z</updated><title type='text'>CHILDREN'S PARTIES</title><content type='html'>Since Alice started school she has attended at least 1 birthday party per weekend. I think its lovely that she's making so many new friends &amp;amp; I do keep finding some rather good bargain presents all well under a tenner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was the party from hell .... it was a disco in a party hall next to a park in Dronfield. It maybe could have been OK but the DJ was rubbish. If you're going to do kids parties please at least research what 5 year old children are interested in. Playing Agadoo, The Music Man &amp;amp; Superman on a loop isn't anyones idea of fun &amp;amp; if you're going to play party games, explain the rules - don't just hold up a board of do's &amp;amp; don't's ... they're 5, they don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 pain filled hours &amp;amp; I didn't know any of the mum's &amp;amp; it was too loud for smalltalk ..... moan over - goodbye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-3640419940419076956?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3640419940419076956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=3640419940419076956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3640419940419076956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3640419940419076956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/childrens-parties.html' title='CHILDREN&apos;S PARTIES'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7813099844980734394</id><published>2009-10-03T17:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:43:29.991Z</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know I've let my blog slip a bit this year - 2 words... Bejeweled Blitz! It's a free game on facebook &amp;amp; I came a bit obsessed. But I have walked away from the facebook &amp;amp; returned to blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened aswell - Alice has started 'big school', we still haven't sold the house, I've made about a billion cakes, I turned 37 (no biggy, I was convinced I was 37 all last year so I'm just having 2 years at it!), we went to The Old Vicarage for dinner &amp;amp; Christian bought me diamond earrings. Oh &amp;amp; of course our camping holiday was cut short by the arrival of a hurricane - great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a new look blog &amp;amp; new posts to come - catch you later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7813099844980734394?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7813099844980734394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7813099844980734394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7813099844980734394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7813099844980734394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/10/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5332739303318710885</id><published>2009-06-30T12:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:50:11.501Z</updated><title type='text'>OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES ....</title><content type='html'>I have been shamed by my child in Sainsburys this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst minding our own business a couple walked past us &amp;amp; in her loudest voice, Alice shouted "Poo! They haven't had a shower!" ...OMG.... She was quiet right, they did smell ... rather bad actually .... but you just don't say anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;Another couple thought it was all very funny. I tried to explain to Alice that it's not nice to say things like that, but she just kept on saying "Why not, when they smell"!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we kept on bumping in to them down each aisle, the man glared at Alice &amp;amp; she walked past him with a cloth covering her nose &amp;amp; mouth! It was secretly very funny ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5332739303318710885?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5332739303318710885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5332739303318710885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5332739303318710885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5332739303318710885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES ....'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6394541638459651436</id><published>2009-05-01T15:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:07:45.005Z</updated><title type='text'>THE EVIL GOLDEN ARCHES</title><content type='html'>Today I have been rather foolish. We (the girls &amp;amp; I) have been to a play centre this morning, where children play &amp;amp; mothers drink coffee and gossip, then straight from there we went to Mothercare, Next &amp;amp; even Matalan trying to find a pair of slippers to fit Amelia (unsuccessfully). By 2:30 I remembered that 2 lattes aside I hadn't eaten anything &amp;amp; was actually starving &amp;amp; a little light headed. So I decided to forget my diet for half an hour &amp;amp; stop at the McDonalds drive through, I may as well right the day off as fat pig central. 2 fish finger Happy Meals for the girls (bad bad mother) have been liberally distributed across the dining room floor (Amelia) &amp;amp; I had a Big Mac, large fries &amp;amp; some sort of fried cheese nugget things, but that wasn't it ...... McDonalds have this awful affect on me that make me feel hungrier when I've finished than I was when I started ... which is usually very hungry hence stopping there in the 1st place. So after my fried-shit-in-a-bag meal, I have also had a box of Mikado biscuits, a large slab of still a bit frozen lemon cake, Quavers &amp;amp; 6 water biscuits with cheese - now I feel very full if not a bit sick! Thank you evil clown for your "2 all cow patties, special additives, processed crap &amp;amp; old lettuce in a sesame seed bun"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6394541638459651436?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6394541638459651436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6394541638459651436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6394541638459651436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6394541638459651436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/05/evil-golden-arches.html' title='THE EVIL GOLDEN ARCHES'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6261975947506853970</id><published>2009-03-26T12:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:47:23.000Z</updated><title type='text'>POCKET OF PLEASURE ...</title><content type='html'>This doesn't happen very often to me but today, Alice is at pre-school, Amelia is in bed, the washing is in, dryer on, dish washer emptied, house (fairly) clean &amp;amp; tidy &amp;amp; it's lunchtime. A little pocket of pleasure to sit down &amp;amp; watch tv whilst having my lunch. Unfortunately I have nothing pending on sky plus &amp;amp; the best that sky can offer me is ..... Loose Bloody Women! Screw that - so it's a quick post &amp;amp; twitter for me ..... wasted opportunity, never mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6261975947506853970?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6261975947506853970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6261975947506853970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6261975947506853970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6261975947506853970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/03/pocket-of-pleasure.html' title='POCKET OF PLEASURE ...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7180876327973597132</id><published>2009-03-18T08:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:59:03.825Z</updated><title type='text'>WASTING AWAY</title><content type='html'>I've just brought myself up to date with &lt;a href="http://tracy-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy's blog&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; she feels like it's turning into a housewife cookery course or something!! Well if that's the case mine's turning into the diary of a fat chick! (they actually have these on the slimfast web site!) Anyway if its all to mundane for you dear reader then look away now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost another jean size - yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quiet comfortably sitting here, breathing properly in size 14 jeans.... come on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7180876327973597132?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7180876327973597132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7180876327973597132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7180876327973597132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7180876327973597132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/03/wasting-away.html' title='WASTING AWAY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6253467251574268934</id><published>2009-03-09T10:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:44:05.184Z</updated><title type='text'>WEIGHT CHECK</title><content type='html'>After a quick &lt;a href="http://www.nhlbisupport.com/bmi/"&gt;bmi check&lt;/a&gt;, I am no longer obese ... I am officially overweight! Who'd have thought that statement would make anyone feel proud!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of my New Year resolutions to loose 3 stone .. well 50lbs to make a nice round number &amp;amp; so far I've lost 18lbs so I'm quiet pleased with that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so ashamed last year to go to the British Grand Prix in size 18 jeans - ouch! If I can keep this up I will be definitely in size 12's this year - yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6253467251574268934?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6253467251574268934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6253467251574268934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6253467251574268934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6253467251574268934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-check.html' title='WEIGHT CHECK'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6644218800905587174</id><published>2009-01-29T10:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:45:37.039Z</updated><title type='text'>AMELIA'S 1ST BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, was &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/3230672657/in/set-72157612940523574/"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;'s 1st birthday - it's quiet scary to think how fast the past year has gone, or maybe it's because I lead such an active life! We had a lovely family/godparents party for her on Sunday (Christian has written about it &lt;a href="http://www.briddon.com/2009/01/amelias-first-birthday-party-25th.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested!), then on her actual birthday we had a present opening ceremony &amp;amp; went to Uncle Sam's for tea - it's an American burger place with a train track running around the ceiling .... a big favourite of "weekend dad's" on Saturday teatime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had lots of lovely presents &amp;amp; lots of clothes &amp;amp; money. We bought her a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photo.php?pid=2098922&amp;amp;id=776809368"&gt;bouncing &amp;amp; spinning zebra&lt;/a&gt;, that she seems to like. She got her 7th tooth the day before her party &amp;amp; I had her weighed yesterday - 21lb 12oz. She still doesn't say anything much, unless my Mum comes round &amp;amp; it's all "Nannie, Nan Nan Nan"! She is doing really well with her walking. She walks around using the furniture &amp;amp; anything/body that moves. The other day she took 1 step all by herself, then fell down, so I'm sure she'll be running around in the not too distant future - joy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6644218800905587174?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6644218800905587174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6644218800905587174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6644218800905587174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6644218800905587174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2009/01/amelias-1st-birthday.html' title='AMELIA&apos;S 1ST BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5389946883986502970</id><published>2008-12-31T10:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:15:24.940Z</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>Here we go then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Loose 3 stone - very important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Concentrate on learning French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take more pride in my home - ie. do more housework :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll leave it at that - if I can at least do number 1, I will be very happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5389946883986502970?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5389946883986502970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5389946883986502970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5389946883986502970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5389946883986502970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5911552375332228175</id><published>2008-12-30T09:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:15:54.388Z</updated><title type='text'>AMELIA'S 1ST CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>It seems ages ago, but 5 days ago was Christmas.... &amp;amp; Amelia's 1st Christmas. It was great! As usual, after much hype, Alice was sooo excited, she didn't wake up until nearly 8am. We went downstairs &amp;amp; discovered that "he'd been"! Poor old Father Christmas must have spent most of the night at our house, unloading a ridiculous amount of presents for both girls. Alice set about opening &amp;amp; Amelia finally woke up - she seemed to know that something was different &amp;amp; enjoyed eating gift tags &amp;amp; bows. They had some really great presents, so thank you to all concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the turn of the lunch, &amp;amp; my 1st Christmas lunch - I'd previously cooked turkey one Easter, but never for Christmas day. A couple of months ago I'd got 'Nigella Christmas' &amp;amp; as she is my true inspiration to anything culinary (a Goddess!), I stuck to quite a few of her recipes &amp;amp; to her timing chart &amp;amp; I have to say that it was the best Christmas lunch I've ever had. It was completely stress free - so I still don't understand what all the fuss is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had brined the turkey the day before, to make it super juicy - I made allspice gravy, perfect bread sauce &amp;amp; the most fantastic gingerbread stuffing mmmm! I did however stick to my own vegetables &amp;amp; my gorgeous Guinness Christmas pudding - well, you can't copy everything from the Master -tips &amp;amp; pointers are all one needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining the Briddon's Christmas were, Mum, Joyce, Eric &amp;amp; Dianne - David didn't make it as he had "the bug" - but he did pop round to collect a plated up meal. He probably enjoyed his peace &amp;amp; quiet more than anything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now thoughts are to next year &amp;amp; Christmas here again, but with my lot this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5911552375332228175?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5911552375332228175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5911552375332228175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5911552375332228175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5911552375332228175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/12/amelias-1st-christmas.html' title='AMELIA&apos;S 1ST CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5877177472207668716</id><published>2008-12-18T09:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:37:42.250Z</updated><title type='text'>GO ME-EE, GO ME-EE!</title><content type='html'>5 weeks ago today, I thought 'Right, it's 6 weeks to Christmas &amp;amp; it's very possible to loose 10lbs in 6 weeks'. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; right! It's still 1 week to Christmas &amp;amp; I have lost 12lb!!!! This makes me very happy :) Now it doesn't matter if I put half a stone on on Christmas day ... bring on the roast potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone .. fat &amp;amp; thin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5877177472207668716?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5877177472207668716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5877177472207668716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5877177472207668716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5877177472207668716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-me-ee-go-me-ee.html' title='GO ME-EE, GO ME-EE!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8872479814697855785</id><published>2008-12-15T18:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:43:24.751Z</updated><title type='text'>OOOH! I FEEL A REALLY BAD</title><content type='html'>Last week Alice &amp;amp; Amelia were poorly :( On Thursday I joined in &amp;amp; we all felt really rough. In stepped my lovely Mum - on her 2 days off she came round &amp;amp; looked after us - resulting in her catching the lurgy from us. She has just phoned me &amp;amp; asked if she could pop round after she had picked up her prescription from the doctors, to see the girls. Unfortunately I instantly asked her not to as... "Alice is better now &amp;amp; I don't really want her to re-catch anything"! What a bitch!!! I have since called her back &amp;amp; begged forgiveness &amp;amp; pleaded with her to call round, but she won't! I feel really bad now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8872479814697855785?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8872479814697855785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8872479814697855785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8872479814697855785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8872479814697855785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/12/oooh-i-feel-really-bad.html' title='OOOH! I FEEL A REALLY BAD'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-1756465744195573037</id><published>2008-12-05T14:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:16:35.782Z</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS ADMISSION</title><content type='html'>Driving home from Sainsburys, I have just realised that I know 95% of the words to Wizzard's 'I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday', including all the talkie bits - I got a bit lost on the 2nd verse, but not for long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-1756465744195573037?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1756465744195573037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=1756465744195573037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1756465744195573037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1756465744195573037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-admission.html' title='CHRISTMAS ADMISSION'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5383984102050673847</id><published>2008-12-03T14:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:21:30.756Z</updated><title type='text'>DELIVERY  CHIMPS</title><content type='html'>I know that Christian isn't fond of City Link couriers - he calls them Shitty Link, maybe missing link would be more apt, well they have competition ... big style- TNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a knock on the door this morning &amp;amp; opened it to find a gurning runt of a little man stood there. "I've just delivered a parcel to no.9", he was very proud to tell me. "Really?", "Yes.... it was for you....... you weren't in last time so I took it straight there instead....... when I saw you were in, no.9 said she'd bring it round........it's a book or something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fricking muppet! Firstly, why not check to see if I was in before he found my parcel a surrogate home. And secondly, when he saw that I was in (ie. lights on, car in drive &amp;amp; small child in window), why the hell did he still leave the parcel with my neighbour, walk to my door &amp;amp; inform me that the neighbour was bringing the parcel for him....... he could have just brought it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5383984102050673847?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5383984102050673847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5383984102050673847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5383984102050673847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5383984102050673847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/12/delivery-chimps.html' title='DELIVERY  CHIMPS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8774685579652934088</id><published>2008-11-23T18:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:00:09.532Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - RESULTS</title><content type='html'>Better late than never, here are the results (in my opinion) in ascending order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Canada - Poutine&lt;br /&gt;17. Australia - Kangaroo Stroganoff&lt;br /&gt;16. China - Lumpia Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;15. Belgium - Moules et Frites&lt;br /&gt;14. Italy - Saltimbocca&lt;br /&gt;13. Monaco - Bouillabaisse&lt;br /&gt;12. France - Cassoulet&lt;br /&gt;11. Turkey - Kebabs&lt;br /&gt;10. Spain - Paella&lt;br /&gt;9. Malaysia - Fish Curry&lt;br /&gt;8. Hungary - Goulash&lt;br /&gt;7. Brazil - Feijoda&lt;br /&gt;6. Valencia - Calons a la Barcelonesa&lt;br /&gt;5. Germany - Sauerbraten&lt;br /&gt;4. Japan - Sushi&lt;br /&gt;3. Bahrain - Falafel Pittas&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore - Bak Chor Mee&lt;br /&gt;1. Britain - Concession Stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these were really nice &amp;amp; the top 10 was very close. Britain had to win really &amp;amp; for 1 reason only - sitting in a cold draughty grandstand with the rain pouring down, cuddled up to the man I love waiting for the qualifying to start, drinking hot chocolate &amp;amp; eating doughnuts...perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8774685579652934088?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8774685579652934088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8774685579652934088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8774685579652934088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8774685579652934088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/11/formula-food-results.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - RESULTS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6116735301752886376</id><published>2008-11-10T10:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:38:09.067Z</updated><title type='text'>ALICE</title><content type='html'>We were talking about our Christmas turkey the other day, telling someone that we'd been to see it. Alice then said "I'm not going to have turkey at Christmas, I'll have a sausage." "Oh, why's that?" I asked. "Sausages don't have heads!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6116735301752886376?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6116735301752886376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6116735301752886376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6116735301752886376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6116735301752886376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/11/alice.html' title='ALICE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-1364158480696039655</id><published>2008-11-05T11:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:18:30.735Z</updated><title type='text'>SLICE 'N' SPICE</title><content type='html'>Last night whilst chopping carrots &amp;amp; daydreaming (not the best idea) - I chopped the end of my finger off. Not just a nick but an actual disc of finger came off - I saved it to show Christian!&lt;br /&gt;After swearing, hopping, feeling dizzy &amp;amp; sick I remembered that my mother-in-law said that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turmeric#Medicinal_uses"&gt;turmeric&lt;/a&gt; was the thing for cuts. As the initial white end of my finger started turning red, followed by a river of blood, I emptied a pot of ground turmeric into an egg cup &amp;amp; stuck what was left of my finger in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started really stinging straight away but low &amp;amp; behold in under a minute it had stopped bleeding! I packed more turmeric on it &amp;amp; bandaged it up in kitchen roll &amp;amp; plasters &amp;amp; it still hasn't bled anymore - amazing! I do have a very yellow finger this morning, it looks like I've been smoking again! Note to everyone: keep some ground turmeric in your cupboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-1364158480696039655?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1364158480696039655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=1364158480696039655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1364158480696039655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1364158480696039655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/11/slice-n-spice.html' title='SLICE &apos;N&apos; SPICE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-1983370239549750787</id><published>2008-11-05T10:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:03:55.526Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 18</title><content type='html'>BRAZIL = FEIJOADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are with the last round of 'formula food', I'm already thinking about next year - not formula 1 though I might do religious festivals - we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;What a way to end though, we nearly choked on our feijoada (pronounced fezu-ada), what a fantastic race &amp;amp; a worthy champion. I'm so pleased Amelia was a girl - how cheesy would it look to have a baby called Lewis this year?! Anyway...food - this recipe has been Englished down a bit ie no feet &amp;amp; ears but all the same its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: A stew of much porkiness! A bit fatty due to the amount of pork, but better the second day when the set fat could be lifted off.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? Yes, its real winter stick-to-your-bones food - yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feijoada:&lt;br /&gt;5tbsp olive oil, 2lb pork belly -trimmed of skin &amp;amp; most fat, 1lb pancetta, 1lb ham hocks, 3 chopped onions, 3 sliced carrots, 3 crushed cloves of garlic, 2 chopped green peppers, 2 bay leaves, 1 tin tomatoes, 400g roughly chopped chorizo, half tsp ground black pepper, 1tsp paprika, 2 400g tins of butter beans, bunch of coriander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pre heat oven to gm3/160c. Chop all meat into large chunks &amp;amp; brown in batches in 2tbsp of oil in a large casserole. Remove to a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat remaining oil &amp;amp; gently fry onions, carrots, garlic, peppers &amp;amp; bay for 10 mins. Add the tomatoes, chorizo, browned meat &amp;amp; spices then cover with enough water to barely cover the meat. Bring to boil, cover &amp;amp; bake in oven for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drain &amp;amp; rinse the butter beans, add them to the casserole, stir &amp;amp; bake for another 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sprinkle with chopped coriander &amp;amp; serve in bowls with loads of crusty bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-1983370239549750787?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1983370239549750787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=1983370239549750787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1983370239549750787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1983370239549750787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/11/formula-food-round-18.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 18'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7872514085833070377</id><published>2008-11-03T18:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:25:52.232Z</updated><title type='text'>ALICE'S 4TH BIRTHDAY - DAY 3</title><content type='html'>Sunday..... the train ride. I've been saying to Alice that we could have a go on &lt;a href="http://www.peakrail.co.uk/index.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; since we saw it on 'The Tweenies' &amp;amp; it seemed like a nice way to end the birthday weekend - hmmm. To start with, it had been raining all morning &amp;amp; everyone seemed a bit grumpy, then when we arrived at Rowsley station Alice was 'playing dead' in her car seat - that didn't amuse me in the slightest. Apart from the fact that it terrified me, I've seen enough of that from my Dad &amp;amp; sister... but for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we started to enjoy ourselves. We got on the old steam train &amp;amp; it set off through the fields &amp;amp; along side a river, through Darley Dale &amp;amp; on to Matlock. It was really good, chuffing along the track. The engine changed ends at Matlock &amp;amp; after a few minutes we were heading back. The girls began to get a little restless (the trip lasted 50 mins - a bit of an ask for small children) &amp;amp; ended up banging heads together &amp;amp; crying for 5 mins or so!!! All in all it was a nice little outing &amp;amp; I would recommend it to any parents of train mad children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that though - now it was time to go home for the Grand Prix &amp;amp; stress ourselves some more for another 2 hours - it paid off in the end ...well done Lewis!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7872514085833070377?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7872514085833070377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7872514085833070377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7872514085833070377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7872514085833070377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/11/alices-4th-birthday-day-3.html' title='ALICE&apos;S 4TH BIRTHDAY - DAY 3'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6613140241980281985</id><published>2008-11-03T11:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:19:20.696Z</updated><title type='text'>ALICE'S 4TH BIRTHDAY - DAY 2</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the actual birthday. After a rather long lie-in for such an excited birthday girl, Alice woke us all up at 7am, Christian &amp;amp; I went into her bedroom &amp;amp; began singing 'Happy Birthday', however half way through she asked us to stop! Ashamed of your parents by 4 years old - oh dear, she is going to have a long &amp;amp; painful childhood! We all came downstairs &amp;amp; Alice set about opening her massive pile of presents, this year she didn't need any help with the paper - how grown up! Amelia was quite happy to watch &amp;amp; eat paper, ahh :) We had a lovely leisurely morning, playing with new toys, eating chocolate crispies for breakfast &amp;amp; not getting dressed until 10.30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had asked Alice what she would like to do for her birthday &amp;amp; for the 2nd year running she had chosen a trip to Chatsworth farmyard, followed by a meal in her favourite restaurant...... the one with the train....... yes at 4 years old Uncle Sam's Chuck Wagon is a very refined restaurant!!&lt;br /&gt;So at midday we set off for Chatsworth, yes it was a bit late but we know Alice very well &amp;amp; we knew that after being there for all of 1 hour she would have had enough. After a look round all the animals, a bit of a play in the adventure playground &amp;amp; a trip to the farm shop (supplies for Sunday's formula food) we were sat in Uncle Sam's before 3pm - a record I think! Christian &amp;amp; I had cheeseburgers, Alice had a hot dog, raspberry milkshake &amp;amp; strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce &amp;amp; mini marshmallows &amp;amp; Amelia had her first chip! Then it was back home for more toys &amp;amp; sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Alice is a big girl I have taken the drop down cot side off her bed &amp;amp; as her Granny bought her a string of fairy shaped fairy lights - which I have put around her bed, she doesn't need the bedroom light on anymore - well done Alice!! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6613140241980281985?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6613140241980281985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6613140241980281985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6613140241980281985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6613140241980281985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/11/alices-4th-birthday-day-2_03.html' title='ALICE&apos;S 4TH BIRTHDAY - DAY 2'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8113103468835471294</id><published>2008-11-02T07:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:12:58.070Z</updated><title type='text'>ALICE'S 4TH BIRTHDAY - DAY 1</title><content type='html'>Friday was Alice's 4th birthday party. Her actually birthday was Saturday but we (the mum's &amp;amp; children we see every Friday) always have a party on the nearest Friday - so that's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time with plenty of the usually party food, sandwiches, sausages, chocolate crispies &amp;amp; jelly &amp;amp; ice cream mmmm! &amp;amp; a bit extra for the mum's! I also made a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/2987979579/sizes/l/in/set-72157600210198385/"&gt;Numberjacks 4 cake&lt;/a&gt; by special request from Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After far too much sugar, it was time to play some party games the 1st being good old pass the parcel. As they are still little, no one actually wins, there was a bag of Maltesers under every wrapper, yet Alice was astonished on her turn to open the parcel to find ..... Maltesers! We then played musical statues &amp;amp; pin the tail on the donkey. We believe that Charlotte could see through the blind fold, I've never seen a child put the tail near the cross then move it to be exactly on the cross! Then it was time for a free-style disco in the dining room so that the mum's could natter &amp;amp; drink tea...&amp;amp; eat jelly beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party was over, there was just time for a quick tidy up (don't you just love paper plates) &amp;amp; it was time to change into Halloween costumes (the girls, not me), light our pumpkin &amp;amp; wait for trick or treaters - we're still a bit little to go out so we scare people who come to the door instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8113103468835471294?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8113103468835471294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8113103468835471294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8113103468835471294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8113103468835471294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/11/alices-4th-birthday-day-1.html' title='ALICE&apos;S 4TH BIRTHDAY - DAY 1'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-30618661434090303</id><published>2008-10-31T18:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:24:25.076Z</updated><title type='text'>ALICE</title><content type='html'>After a present bringing visit from Sally (my nephew Joseph's stepmother) this morning, I was trying to explain to Alice that Joseph has a stepmother &amp;amp; 2 stepsisters now. After a moments thought she said "Oh, so Joseph is just like Cinderella then!" I can't wait to tell Joe - he will be delighted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-30618661434090303?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/30618661434090303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=30618661434090303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/30618661434090303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/30618661434090303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/alice.html' title='ALICE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-9184000797098065396</id><published>2008-10-29T16:59:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:54:15.540Z</updated><title type='text'>GOBBLE GOBBLE</title><content type='html'>Today, Alice, Amelia, Mum &amp;amp; I have been to see &amp;amp; order our Christmas Turkey (did I mention I am doing Christmas..!). We are getting it from Hangram Lane Farm in Mayfield Valley (Sheffield). Every year we drive past their &lt;a href="http://citysnapper.org/dm/sheff2004/11/20041120a1mayfield.jpg"&gt;massive straw turkey&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; this year (as we're not at Christian's Mum's) we can actually buy one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive straw turkey means that they are &lt;a href="http://www.kelly-turkeys.com/kellybronze-turkeys-chickens-default.aspx?m=16&amp;amp;mi=43&amp;amp;title=The%20KellyBronze%20Story"&gt;Kellys Turkeys&lt;/a&gt;, who supply hundreds of places including Fortnum &amp;amp; Mason. Hangram Lane Farm get them from Kellys as chicks &amp;amp; rear them, slaughter &amp;amp; dress them themselves, which is why I wanted to go &amp;amp; have a look at them &amp;amp; where &amp;amp; how they are reared. Unfortunately they aren't free range - this is because apparently they would either be eaten by foxes or would starve as they wouldn't be able to feed in these temperatures. So they are barn reared. The barns were very spacious &amp;amp; open at 1 end &amp;amp; they had things to look at, peck at, perch on &amp;amp; the like. They even have an injured pen! because turkeys will peck at anything that is red, so if a bird gets injured the others will just peck at it &amp;amp; kill it. I was very impressed by what we saw &amp;amp; feel that the birds will be happy - well happy until neck wringing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also making the Christmas pudding tomorrow &amp;amp; I made my mincemeat &amp;amp; cake last week, so I have to say that plans are already on their way. I love Christmas &amp;amp; this year will be the best ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-9184000797098065396?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/9184000797098065396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=9184000797098065396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9184000797098065396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9184000797098065396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/gobble-gobble.html' title='GOBBLE GOBBLE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7333904395405531454</id><published>2008-10-23T21:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:33:04.100Z</updated><title type='text'>GINGER ROGERS MOVE OVER</title><content type='html'>I am on such a high, I have just got back from my first ever tap dancing lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &amp;amp; my friend Ruth's daughter Charlotte have been going to dance classes on a Saturday morning for a few weeks now. When their dance teacher first mentioned about them doing tap, she put on her tap shoes &amp;amp; did a few steps. Mine &amp;amp; Ruth's jaws dropped to the floor in amazement! It was then that we learnt  we have both always wanted to tap dance - hence tonight's outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, the teacher (who has very little patience with 3 year olds!) is fantastic, so are all the other ladies who go. I say ladies as they are all older, 40s, 50s &amp;amp; 60s I would guess - they are so lovely &amp;amp; we had a great laugh, my jaw actually aches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Shirley (&amp;amp; the others), we were brilliant for our first time. Its quiet hard but we have both been bitten by the tap bug! It's going to be shuffle, ball change, stamp, heel, tap down the aisles in Sainsburys for me from now on - I'll let you know how we progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7333904395405531454?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7333904395405531454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7333904395405531454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7333904395405531454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7333904395405531454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/ginger-rogers-move-over_23.html' title='GINGER ROGERS MOVE OVER'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7784061299757856059</id><published>2008-10-21T12:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:55:18.545Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 17</title><content type='html'>CHINA = LUMPIA SHANGHAI (SPRING ROLLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a whole world of delicious Chinese food out there, but the search engine kept on saying spring rolls &amp;amp; I love spring rolls so why not? Mistake no1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake no2 wasn't really my fault. Sheffield has always been quiet multi-cultural &amp;amp; for all your Oriental needs, everyone knows that London Road is the place to sort you out. Not anymore. Where have all the Oriental supermarkets gone? There were 2 main ones &amp;amp; numerous little shops, which are now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; restaurants/take aways. Why? It's not that difficult to cook &amp;amp; I would have thought that more people nowadays are having a go at cooking it themselves anyway. Apart from that, where do all the little Chinese ladies go shopping? So instead of buying lumpia wrappers (spring roll wrappers), I ended up in Sainsburys buying filo pastry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake no3 was my fault. I thought I would be health conscious &amp;amp; as I was having to use filo anyway, I'd oven bake them instead of deep fat frying. I have previously made weight watchers spring rolls &amp;amp; they were made with filo pastry &amp;amp; oven baked &amp;amp; were really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake no4 was saying half way through cooking -"These are really easy to make, I hope they don't go all sloppy in the oven!" After having a half time peek, I noticed that some of the eggy-porky-prawny mixture had decided to leave the comfort of it's wrapper &amp;amp; set up home on the baking tray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooking, I did stick them under the grill just to crisp up their underside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I have to say I wanted to hate these, but I actually liked them! Spring rolls they ain't - sort of spring roll shaped dim sum they are!!&lt;br /&gt;Would I make them again? No. I'd find a different recipe &amp;amp; stick to it - spring rolls need frying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reference only:&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai Lumpia:&lt;br /&gt;1lb pork mince, 1lb cooked peeled prawns, 1 bunch spring onions, 200g tin of whole water chestnuts, 2tsp salt, 2 tsp pepper, 2 tbsp soy sauce, 2 eggs &amp;amp; lumpia wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fry off the mince in a dry pan &amp;amp; leave in a sieve to drain away any fat or juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a small food processor, separately chop up the prawns, spring onions &amp;amp; water chestnuts. Then put everything into a large bowl &amp;amp; combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place a tablespoon of the mixture on a spring roll wrapper &amp;amp; roll up, tucking the ends in &amp;amp; sealing them with a bit of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fry in veg. oil until golden, or bake in a gm6 oven for 15 mins &amp;amp; be disappointed!! Serve with sweet chilli dipping sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7784061299757856059?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7784061299757856059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7784061299757856059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7784061299757856059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7784061299757856059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/formula-food-round-17.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 17'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2588911588859953835</id><published>2008-10-18T16:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:48:48.866Z</updated><title type='text'>SO EXCITING!</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm a bit sad but who cares? Not I. I have a great love of 2 things (children &amp;amp; family besides) - cooking &amp;amp; Christmas &amp;amp; it has always been a bit of a let down because I never get to cook Christmas for everyone as we always go to Christian's mum's. 1 year I was allowed to do a Christmas dinner for Easter, but it wasn't really the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this year I finally persuaded Christian to have Christmas at our house, just us, the girls, my mum &amp;amp; hopefully Auntie Tricia. Christian's mum had bought me Nigella's new Christmas book &amp;amp; had made me decide that I was doing the big day, like it or lump it! Yesterday morning, I plucked up enough courage (helped along by the mother of all hangovers), &amp;amp; phoned my mother-in-law to tell her that we wouldn't be going to hers after all..... it went surprisingly well &amp;amp; she completely understood! Then the afternoon came &amp;amp; another phone call from Dianne "If Richard &amp;amp; Sam aren't coming after all, please can me, David, my mother &amp;amp; Eric come to yours too!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it happens Richard &amp;amp; Sam are going to her parents, so it's 10 for lunch then!! I must start writing lists!! So exciting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2588911588859953835?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2588911588859953835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2588911588859953835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2588911588859953835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2588911588859953835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-exciting.html' title='SO EXCITING!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5439631854248445777</id><published>2008-10-12T15:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:03:23.410Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 16</title><content type='html'>JAPAN = SUSHI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't cooking at all, it's just creative play! I so understand why sushi chefs are trained for years. It's very fiddly, mainly because the rice is so sticky - even with wet hands. It's also quite time consuming - but worth it we thought.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Impressive looking &amp;amp; tasty but you need to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? Yes, it would be a good dinner party starter for an Oriental feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi:&lt;br /&gt;200g sushi rice, 4tbsp rice wine vinegar, 1tbsp sugar, 1tsp salt, fine strips of raw fish (I used tuna &amp;amp; salmon &amp;amp; I poached some tiger prawns in boiling water), a couple of inches of cucumber cut into batons, wasabi paste &amp;amp; a packet of nori seaweed sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy &amp;amp; Sesame Dipping Sauce:&lt;br /&gt;1/2tsp sesame seeds, 1tbsp brown sugar, 3tbsp soy sauce &amp;amp; 2 tbsp sherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mix together the vinegar, salt &amp;amp; sugar &amp;amp; leave to one side to allow everything to dissolve. Cook the rice according to pack instructions. As soon as its ready, stir in the vinegar mixture &amp;amp; leave to go cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Place half a sheet of nori on a sushi rolling mat (Waitrose £1.89), with wet hands spread a couple of tablespoons of rice over the sheet, smear over a tiny bit of wasabi (I think I used a bit too much &amp;amp; our brains bled!) &amp;amp; top with a line of fish or cucumber. Tightly roll up in the rolling mat, trim the edges &amp;amp; cut into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Repeat using your own creative flair. I also shaped some rice in my hands &amp;amp; lay a prawn or a slice of fish on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To make the dipping sauce simply mix all the ingredients together &amp;amp; serve in little ramekin dishes along side your sushi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5439631854248445777?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5439631854248445777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5439631854248445777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5439631854248445777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5439631854248445777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/formula-food-round-16.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 16'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-4429628391312821005</id><published>2008-10-07T07:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:57:21.019Z</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>There I was, thinking I had been banished to the kingdom of size 16 forever.... but I have just tried on my size 14 brown cords &amp;amp; they fit! Something so simple has made me so happy :) What a materialistic flake I am - I know it's all about the person inside... there's just a bit less of me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-4429628391312821005?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4429628391312821005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=4429628391312821005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4429628391312821005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4429628391312821005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-9184294835320893016</id><published>2008-10-04T17:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:26:12.314Z</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE AUTUMN</title><content type='html'>I've always loved autumn - probably because I was born in it &amp;amp; married in it &amp;amp; had my 1st baby in it! I love the smell of it. I love the chill of it. I love the colour of it. It just suits me. I mainly love the food of it! Yes lets get down to it! It's the weather of beef in Guinness, hot pot &amp;amp; casserole &amp;amp; dumplings on cold drizzly evenings - mmm. This week we had the 1st meat &amp;amp; potato pie &amp;amp; mushy peas of the season (yes Tracy, with Hendersons!). Salads/grilled meat/quiches etc are all very well, but bring on the autumn/winter food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-9184294835320893016?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/9184294835320893016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=9184294835320893016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9184294835320893016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9184294835320893016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-autumn.html' title='I LOVE AUTUMN'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7129833609185491559</id><published>2008-10-04T10:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:41:38.127Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 15</title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE = BAK CHOR MEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week late I know, but we've all been ill :( This bak chor mee certainly unblocked one's sinus' though! Our tongues &amp;amp; lips tingled for ages after ;0&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I love food like this, quick, tasty &amp;amp; hot.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? Oh yes, maybe a bit less chilli flakes next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak Chor Mee:&lt;br /&gt;A couple of portions of noodles (I used rice noodles), 1tbsp ground nut oil, 3 sliced shallots, 500g minced pork, 2 tbsp dark soy sauce, 10-15 sliced Shiitake mushrooms, 1tbsp balsamic vinegar (or black rice vinegar), 1tbsp chilli flakes &amp;amp; 2 crushed cloves of garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Place noodles in a bowl &amp;amp; cover with boiling water (or pack instructions for which ever noodles you use).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat oil in a wok &amp;amp; fry the shallots until golden then remove from wok leaving excess oil behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fry the mince for 4-5 mins, add the soy sauce &amp;amp; continue stirring to break the meat up &amp;amp; make sure its browned. Add Shiitake mushrooms &amp;amp; vinegar &amp;amp; fry for another couple of mins. If it begins to look dry add a bit of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Add garlic &amp;amp; chilli flakes, fry for another 2 mins then add the drained noodles. Mix thoroughly &amp;amp; serve sprinkled with the fried shallots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7129833609185491559?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7129833609185491559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7129833609185491559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7129833609185491559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7129833609185491559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/10/formula-food-round-15.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 15'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8600829800216712013</id><published>2008-09-30T05:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:58:23.804Z</updated><title type='text'>AMELIA'S CHRISTENING</title><content type='html'>Sunday 28th September was Amelia's Christening &amp;amp; it was a really lovely day. When I opened the curtains on Sunday morning, my heart sank a little - Saturday had been such a sunny day &amp;amp; now it was raining :( Never mind, its not actually about the weather, so we carried on with our long list of last minute things to do. I had to finish the children's sandwiches amongst other things &amp;amp; get to Christian's Mums for about 8:30 so I could finish my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/258888673/in/set-72157600210201639/"&gt;chocolate pavlovas&lt;/a&gt; off - I didn't fancy transporting the finished article - bit messy! We also had to take the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/2899130192/in/set-72157607572379914/"&gt;cake&lt;/a&gt; that I had lovingly created over the past few months. As usual I had visions of dropping the bloody thing ( it weighed a tonne), but it made it in one piece &amp;amp; all was well. Christian also had to get Alice to my sister-in-laws so she could do her  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/2899163060/in/set-72157607572379914/"&gt;hair&lt;/a&gt;. Claire is brilliant at this -I would have probably just gone for bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church service started at 11am &amp;amp; was held at Dronfield Woodhouse Methodist Church - the same place we had &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/50815625/in/set-1102195/"&gt;Alice's 3 years ago&lt;/a&gt;. It was also Harvest Festival, I used to love this as a child. But unfortunately we didn't get to sing 'All Things Bright &amp;amp; Beautiful' I'm good at that! But we did have 'Great Is Thy Faithfulness' - which is one of Mum's favourites (&amp;amp; funeral choices!) so I knew she would be shedding a tear or two! The vicar is a really nice little man &amp;amp; made the service quiet humorous (don't know if he intended too), even though his other church had been broken into the night before (who does things like that?) - they had made a right mess all for an £800 projector. I personally enjoyed the old lady reading out the notices - she made me laugh a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Amelia was an angel, all happy &amp;amp; gurgling. She smiled on cue to the vicar &amp;amp; was pulling his face about during her baptism -ahh, a crowd pleaser - she had Mum &amp;amp; Auntie Tricia in tears - we're such an emotional lot!&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/2899260404/in/set-72157607572379914/"&gt; Tracy &amp;amp; Tim&lt;/a&gt; (not a couple, even though some thought so) were fantastic Godparents - a good choice of mine &amp;amp; even Christian read his lines properly this time (he fluffed Alice's :)). Then during the rest of the service, Amelia slept on my shoulder, so everyone behind could see have cute she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 12:15, it was back to Christian's Mums for the party. I'd been planning, shopping &amp;amp; cooking for this part for weeks, so it was nice to finally enjoy all the work. The sun had been out for a while by now, so people could sit outside &amp;amp; the children could play in the garden, everything fit in to place. As you can imagine much fussing was needed to get all the food heated &amp;amp; ready, &amp;amp; this is when I stood on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/2898323973/in/set-72157607572379914/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt;'s foot. Eeeww! I felt so bad, she had taken her shoes &amp;amp; socks off &amp;amp; I had changed into some lower heels - kitten heels &amp;amp; she was stood right behind me when I took a step back. I stood on her just above her toes, oh how she screamed, she had a perfectly round ring on her foot (which in now a bruise) - I felt so guilty but thankfully she's very forgiving &amp;amp; a pink wafer biscuit saved the day! Amelia was still being perfect &amp;amp; happily playing with&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/2898329609/in/set-72157607572379914/"&gt; Auntie Katie&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the food, which apparently went down rather well :) We had goulash, Thai green curry, vegetarian chilli, rice, new potatoes &amp;amp; salad. Followed by chocolate &amp;amp; raspberry pavlova (of course), lemon roulade, chocolate roulade, apple tart, plum pavlova, dairy-free carrot cake (gay) &amp;amp; strawberries. Not forgetting rather delicious Christening cake &amp;amp; all the booze you could drink - which wasn't much actually - it's now in our loft waiting for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time &amp;amp; it was lovely seeing all our friends from near &amp;amp; far. I would like to thank, Dianne &amp;amp; David for letting us take over their house - perfect setting, &amp;amp; Dianne again for all her help, Tracy &amp;amp; Tim for being brilliant Godparents, everyone for taking the trouble to come &amp;amp; all their lovely cards &amp;amp; gifts (I will be writing soon) &amp;amp; Dronfield Woodhouse Methodist Church for making the whole day possible. But mainly to Amelia, who is so lovely &amp;amp; happy, she didn't cry once all day - even when the Holy water was very cold - &amp;amp; she (as Alice did 3 years ago) showed off to everyone that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; the best mother in the world &amp;amp; good children aren't a gift - it's all about being a fantastic mother!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8600829800216712013?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8600829800216712013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8600829800216712013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8600829800216712013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8600829800216712013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/amelias-christening.html' title='AMELIA&apos;S CHRISTENING'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2392754603519620756</id><published>2008-09-24T07:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:48:07.507Z</updated><title type='text'>THE WANDERER RETURNS</title><content type='html'>This afternoon Mum's back from her holiday - yay! I can't wait to see the state she's in. Yes, my Mum went on holiday and had a mishap - no, I couldn't believe it either! (for those who don't know, if it's going to happen, it will happen to my Mum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning (completely sober I might add), they went for a walk &amp;amp; she fell -doh! They have since spent the rest of the holiday in various Spanish doctors surgeries &amp;amp; cleaning up blood &amp;amp; she's been on anti-biotics, so no more booze! I think I'd have just come home! Apparently she's made quiet a mess of her upper arm - it needed stitches but they panicked &amp;amp; didn't go to hospital (!). All hear all about it later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2392754603519620756?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2392754603519620756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2392754603519620756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2392754603519620756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2392754603519620756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanderer-returns.html' title='THE WANDERER RETURNS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7415711657126666304</id><published>2008-09-21T15:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:31:09.598Z</updated><title type='text'>JOBSWORTH</title><content type='html'>Do you remember 'That's Life' on TV with Esther Rantzen &amp;amp; the 'Jobsworth' feature? Well I've found them a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took Alice to a 4 year olds birthday party at &lt;a href="http://www.easytigers.co.uk/index.asp?menu=2&amp;amp;id=8968"&gt;Easy Tigers&lt;/a&gt; (it's one of those awful play centres, all ball pools, slides &amp;amp; screaming kids!). It's hell on earth, as you can imagine, but children love it! Anyway, it was a party of about 20 3-4 years olds, their Mums &amp;amp; a few babies (I chose to leave mine at home!). You can imagine the scene, playing in the play area, a tea party followed by a disco - delightful! Whilst they were all eating their sandwiches, one Mum gave her 9 month old baby a bottle, who promptly through the whole thing up afterwards as babies do! No one thought anything of it, why would you? Then the (18 year old!) manager came into the party room &amp;amp; instructed the mother &amp;amp; baby to leave!!! for 'health &amp;amp; safety reasons'!!! We were all gob smacked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies throw up, it's a fact, it's not even proper puke, it's just milk! The manager even walked outside with the mother, to make sure she left! The poor woman had to sit in the car, waiting for her daughter to finish the party. I still can't believe it, what a bloody jobsworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have told her about the time Amelia was sick in the baby ball pool &amp;amp; Lyndsey &amp;amp; I just mixed it in with the balls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7415711657126666304?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7415711657126666304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7415711657126666304' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7415711657126666304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7415711657126666304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/jobsworth.html' title='JOBSWORTH'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-3912953257489485106</id><published>2008-09-17T12:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:46:57.785Z</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S WRONG WITH MUMMY!</title><content type='html'>Since the girls &amp;amp; I stayed at my Mum's last week while the kitchen was being done, Amelia has started to talk. Well when I say talk, she can say one word. She says "Daa-dee" - Daddy? What about Mummy! Who's there for you 24/7, who feeds, cleans &amp;amp; looks after you? Who lovingly carried you for 9 months &amp;amp; graciously gave birth to you (no pain relief - did I mention that!), it certainly wasn't Daa-dee!! He just comes home 30mins before you go to bed &amp;amp; ignores you while he either plays with or goes on at Alice! Time for some re-grouping girls, altogether now Mum Mum Mum Mummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-3912953257489485106?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3912953257489485106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=3912953257489485106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3912953257489485106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3912953257489485106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-wrong-with-mummy.html' title='WHAT&apos;S WRONG WITH MUMMY!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7883621692715185328</id><published>2008-09-17T12:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:24:26.905Z</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY BUTTERFLY</title><content type='html'>For a while now, Amelia has been moving around but no one knows how! She will only do it in private! You sit her on the floor, go in the kitchen for something or nip to the loo &amp;amp; when you get back, she's completely moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must be getting brave (or cocky), because she is now doing her 'move' while I'm watching! She does the butterfly swimming stroke - but backwards! She only stops when she gets jammed under the settee &amp;amp; then pulls a load of dust out on her once white socks. Aahhh she's lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7883621692715185328?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7883621692715185328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7883621692715185328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7883621692715185328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7883621692715185328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-baby-butterfly.html' title='MY BABY BUTTERFLY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6186140711229026184</id><published>2008-09-16T21:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:30:51.004Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 14</title><content type='html'>ITALY = MOULES ET FRITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the Belgian offering following last week's little mix up! Another point to remember is, when buying fresh mussels from the fish mongers on a Saturday - get there before the bloody shop closes. The shop closed at 2pm &amp;amp; following our morning jaunt to Ikea, I got there at 2:20 - bugger! So dear reader, I had to make the best of a bad job with some supermarket bought fresh mussel meat. Not the same at all, but it was either that or some vacuumed packed mussels, still in their shells, but also in a rather suspect garlic butter sauce!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Get to the fish mongers in time!&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? No. Yes with proper mussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moules et Frites:&lt;br /&gt;2 boxes of supermarket mussel meat(!), 1 finely chopped shallot, 2 finely chopped cloves of garlic, 1 finely chopped red chilli, 1 large glass of white wine, 150ml double cream, roughly chopped parsley, 4 large potatoes &amp;amp; olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pre-heat oven to GM8. Peel &amp;amp; cut potatoes into chips &amp;amp; par-boil in slightly salted water for 5 mins. Toss in oil on a baking tray &amp;amp; sprinkle with salt, then bake for 30mins turning once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Meanwhile, heat some oil in a saucepan over a medium heat &amp;amp; gently fry the shallot, chilli &amp;amp; garlic. After 5 mins, add the wine, bring to boil, then reduce heat &amp;amp; simmer for 15mins or so until the wine has reduced by half &amp;amp; lost the raw alcohol taste. Add the cream, nearly boil it &amp;amp; again reduce heat &amp;amp; simmer for 10 mins to thicken the sauce slightly (check for seasoning - may need a squeeze of lemon, mine did). Add the mussel meat &amp;amp; warm them through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place chips into bowls &amp;amp; pour over the mussel broth, sprinkle with chopped parsley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6186140711229026184?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6186140711229026184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6186140711229026184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6186140711229026184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6186140711229026184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/formula-food-round-14.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 14'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-1869255250064895768</id><published>2008-09-16T08:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:49:29.065Z</updated><title type='text'>BON VOYAGE</title><content type='html'>Mum &amp;amp; Auntie Tricia are off on their hols shortly. They are going to Porta Pollenca in Majorca, its a lovely place, Christian &amp;amp; I have spent many a pre-child holiday there. Some friends of my Mum have an apartment there &amp;amp; that's where they are all going - a good laugh to be had by all then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that (like me), Mum has a fear of flying - yet she keeps going away! I took homeopathy tablets last time(or placebo as Christian called them "They'll be saccharin that's all") &amp;amp; they really worked for me. Mum sees tablet taking as a weakness(!), so the poor thing has a very unpleasant day ahead - it will be worth it when she gets there!! Have a lovely holiday, but don't do a Shirley Valentine!! xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-1869255250064895768?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1869255250064895768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=1869255250064895768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1869255250064895768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1869255250064895768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/bon-voyage.html' title='BON VOYAGE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7447317086824804526</id><published>2008-09-09T15:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:55:18.885Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 13</title><content type='html'>BELGIUM = SALTIMBOCCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I can say is that I'm pleased I didn't have race tickets for last weekend. I would have been sat there, in my McLaren hat &amp;amp; t-shirt wondering where everyone else was - "I thought the Italian's like F1", I would have thought!!! Silly cow, everyone was in Spa! It wasn't until half way through the qualifying that the penny finally dropped. Yes I could have run to the fishmongers &amp;amp; bought some mussels for our 'Moules et frites' but I had already defrosted my veal! Never mind, we'll have them next week!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Really nice, especially the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? Probably not with veal, unless it becomes easier to get hold of, you could try it with chicken or pork though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltimbocca:&lt;br /&gt;4 veal escallops, 4 large sage leaves, 4 slices of parma ham, 60g butter, salt &amp;amp; pepper, half a glass of white wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Place a sage leaf on top of each escallop &amp;amp; then cover with a slice of parma ham &amp;amp; secure with a couple of cocktail sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Melt the butter in a large frying pan, over a medium heat. Season lightly &amp;amp; fry the Saltimbocca for a couple of mins on each side. Remove &amp;amp; place on warmed serving plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pour the wine into the pan &amp;amp; turn the heat up high to gather up all the pan juices, then pour over the Saltimbocca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had them with chips &amp;amp; pepernato - just because I'm always looking for an excuse to make it! &amp;amp; it is Italian, I'm sure the Belgian's would love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7447317086824804526?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7447317086824804526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7447317086824804526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7447317086824804526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7447317086824804526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/formula-food-round-13.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 13'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6972720300508209820</id><published>2008-09-07T08:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:06:52.397Z</updated><title type='text'>COCO OR LEROY? WHO WILL SHE BE?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Alice went to her very first dance class - aaahhhh! Poor Shirley Tindall - she's been the teacher at the Bradway School Of Dance for the past 45 years, yes 45 years! - which means that she was my ballet teacher when I was 3 - all those years ago! Not a patient woman, but dance needs discipline. My friend, Ruth (who took her daughter Charlotte aswell) &amp;amp; I started quoting 'Fame' when the class finished, - to our 2, 3yr olds (imagine a large cane banging down on the floor), "Fame costs, &amp;amp; right here is were you start paying.... in sweat" - we had just promised to get them to practice at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she learnt how to do 1st position &amp;amp; how to plie, how to mime being a frog, kangaroo &amp;amp; rabbit &amp;amp; I learnt that apparently my daughter has a problem pronouncing her 'Ls', hmmm this woman is apparently very good, so we'll let it go!! :) It was so emotional to watch - Ruth &amp;amp; I kept looking at each other with ours eyes full! Even when it was each others girl who had just done something good! or not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, driving home afterwards, just past Tinkers Corner (which is the start of the country stretch home), &amp;amp; just before the farm/stables/cattery/farm shop (ie BE CAREFUL) - there was a girl riding a horse in front of me - fine, hold back. But some bloody 'C U Next Tuesday' was driving in the opposite direction &amp;amp; drove past at such a speed, not slowing down. The puddle he drove through (a couple of meters in front of the horse), covered his car, the speed he was going was f***ing ridiculous - what is it with tw*tty lads? Poor pony, he semi reared (well, he backed right down on his hind legs &amp;amp; came up a bit at the front -don't know the official term for that), then spun round &amp;amp; started heading for my car. I stayed still for a while until she had settled him &amp;amp;  asked her if she was OK &amp;amp; needed any help - she was fine, thankfully. But what an idiot, why would you think that driving like that past an animal would be ok? My cousin knackered her back following a similar incident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6972720300508209820?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6972720300508209820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6972720300508209820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6972720300508209820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6972720300508209820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/coco-or-leroy-who-will-she-be.html' title='COCO OR LEROY? WHO WILL SHE BE?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-9003937307571953604</id><published>2008-09-03T16:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:25:48.251Z</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S A FLY IN MY SOUP...</title><content type='html'>After all these years, I have finally had reason to say "There's a fly in my soup!" Having lunch with my Mum today (my homemade soup, at my house - can't complain!), there was a fly in my soup! Oh how we laughed when I uttered those very well known words!! Maybe we should get out more... no, it was genuinely really funny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-9003937307571953604?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/9003937307571953604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=9003937307571953604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9003937307571953604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9003937307571953604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-fly-in-my-soup.html' title='THERE&apos;S A FLY IN MY SOUP...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2607184371802161407</id><published>2008-08-26T16:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:30:14.918Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 12</title><content type='html'>VALENCIA = CANALONS A LA BARCELONESA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot my mistake? Yes, my lack of research meant that I happily made Paella for the Barcelona Grand Prix - it's Spanish I thought. Well yes it is, but it originated in Valencia - you can only imagine how foolish I felt!! So here we have it, 2 Grand Prix's hosted in Spain, Barcelona with the national dish of Valencia &amp;amp; Valencia with the national dish of Barcelona - I can get over it &amp;amp; I'm sure you will too!! Anyway at least this little mix up added a bit excitement to the weekend, as the race sure as hell didn't provide any. Fortunately there had been a 3 week gap in races, so anything was better then nothing (only just though). Back to the cannelloni (apparently introduced to Barcelona from Italy in the 19th century).&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Very good &amp;amp; different to the Italian version.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? I made double the quantity &amp;amp; put half in the freezer - a very good move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canalons a la Barcelonesa:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup olive oil, 1 chopped onion, 2 minced cloves of garlic, 1 skinned &amp;amp; chopped tomato, 200g turkey mince, 200g pork mince, 200g veal mince, 3 chicken livers, 1/4 cup breadcrumbs, 1 beaten egg, 3-4 sprigs of fresh thyme, 1 tsp ground nutmeg, salt &amp;amp; white pepper, cannelloni tubes (or 12 sheets of fresh lasagne - as I used).&lt;br /&gt;For the bechamel:&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp butter, 3 tbsp flour, 2 cups of warmed milk, salt &amp;amp; white pepper &amp;amp; 1/2 cup grated Parmesan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For the canalons: Heat the oil over a medium heat &amp;amp; fry the onions &amp;amp; garlic for about 10 mins, lower the heat if they start to catch. Add the tomato &amp;amp; cook for another 5 mins. Add all the mince &amp;amp; livers, turn the heat up a bit &amp;amp; cook for 15 mins, stirring frequently. Mix the egg, breadcrumbs, thyme, nutmeg &amp;amp; salt &amp;amp; pepper. Stir into the meat mixture, remove from heat &amp;amp; allow to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Preheat the oven to gm6. Spoon about a tablespoon (or a bit more), down the middle of the lasagne sheets (or fill the tubes), roll up &amp;amp; place seam side down in a buttered baking dish - quite squashed together so they don't unroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the bechamel: Heat the butter over a low heat in a saucepan, add the flour &amp;amp; stir to form a thick roux, cook out for a couple of mins. Gradually add the milk, stirring constantly until the sauce thickens (about 10 mins), add salt &amp;amp; pepper &amp;amp; the cheese &amp;amp; stir off the heat as the cheese melts. Pour over the canalons, sprinkle with more cheese &amp;amp; bake for 25 mins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2607184371802161407?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2607184371802161407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2607184371802161407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2607184371802161407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2607184371802161407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/08/formula-food-round-12.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 12'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5568512188493243728</id><published>2008-08-21T10:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:20:37.127Z</updated><title type='text'>WILLIES ARE GREAT</title><content type='html'>Those who know me best will know that I have a great fondness for anything willy! Now I have discovered a new Willie to admire! It's Willie Harcourt-Cooze. I watched his programme on channel 4 earlier this year, &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/food/features/willie-and-his-wonky-chocolate-factory-08-02-22_p_1.html"&gt;Willie's Wonky Chocolate Factory&lt;/a&gt;, a series about his deep passion for chocolate, growing the cacao in his forest in Venezuela, then bringing the beans back to this country &amp;amp; producing &amp;amp; marketing his &lt;a href="http://www.williescacao.com/"&gt;100% cacao bar&lt;/a&gt;. Very interesting stuff. Well yesterday, I was in Waitrose &amp;amp; finally bought a bar, a bit pricey (I first thought) at £5.99 but now I've actually used some it is so worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just made some hot chocolate with it &amp;amp; I must admit, it's the nicest I've ever had. 1 part grated cacao, 1 part milk, 2 parts water, 1 tsp sugar, boil &amp;amp; drink - gorgeous! There's a recipe for a chocolate cake that I shall be trying when we come back from Richard &amp;amp; Sam's wedding this weekend &amp;amp; I've just found a nice sounding Mexican Mole recipe (savoury chilli &amp;amp; chocolate sauce), that I shall tweak &amp;amp; experiment with next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recommend this enough - just go &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.venezuelanblack.com/stockists.html"&gt;buy some&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; have a play - what's 6 quid?, an everyday bottle of wine that's all, this is much better :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5568512188493243728?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5568512188493243728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5568512188493243728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5568512188493243728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5568512188493243728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/08/willies-are-great.html' title='WILLIES ARE GREAT'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-3620825538137897955</id><published>2008-08-19T16:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:35:18.547Z</updated><title type='text'>I FANCIED A CHANGE</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know Christian has changed his blog template &amp;amp; I am copying his idea - but I'm his wife, so I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is good - this can symbolise a new leaf turned. All the holiday fudge has been eaten (God bless The Original Rock Shop in Pwllheli!) &amp;amp; I'm fancying getting back into exercising properly - you can't push these things, you have to really need to do it &amp;amp; I think I have the need! I bet I can loose about a pound by the Christening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be quite happy to have dropped a dress size &amp;amp; feel a bit healthier by Christmas. Having said that, I bet we have a Chinese tonight! But change can be a slow process - wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-3620825538137897955?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3620825538137897955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=3620825538137897955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3620825538137897955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3620825538137897955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-fancied-change.html' title='I FANCIED A CHANGE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2560344046416288478</id><published>2008-08-11T08:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:25:43.083Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 11</title><content type='html'>HUNGARY = GOULASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's a week late - but we've been on holiday. Got back Friday, watched the race Friday night &amp;amp; had goulash Saturday night. I've been brought up on Delia Smith's goulash (a 70's thing I think!), so I ditched her recipe &amp;amp; found one on a Hungarian website - apart from that I didn't know where to find tinned chuck steak!!! - silly Delia!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Very tasty, I'd maybe use hot paprika next time instead of sweet (both smoked of course).&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? Oh yes, a family classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian Goulash:&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp oil, 1 sliced onion, 2 crushed cloves  garlic, 800g chuck steak, trimmed &amp;amp; cubed, 4 rashers of chopped smoked bacon, 200g sliced mushrooms, 400g tin tomatoes (or 6 fresh chopped toms), 1 green pepper sliced into rings, 1 bay leaf, 1 tsp mixed herbs, 2 tbsp paprika, salt &amp;amp; pepper, 150ml sour cream &amp;amp; chopped parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to gm2/150c. Heat oil in a casserole &amp;amp; lightly fry onions &amp;amp; garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Add beef &amp;amp; bacon &amp;amp; brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add mushrooms, tomatoes, green pepper, mixed herbs, bay, paprika &amp;amp; salt &amp;amp; pepper. Stir well &amp;amp; bring to slow boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put a lid on casserole dish &amp;amp; place in oven for 2 hours, stirring a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Season again, if you think it needs it &amp;amp; stir through the sour cream &amp;amp; parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Serve with rice or potatoes &amp;amp; braised red cabbage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2560344046416288478?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2560344046416288478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2560344046416288478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2560344046416288478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2560344046416288478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/08/formula-food-round-11.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 11'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7536185702891945371</id><published>2008-08-10T10:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:57:47.850Z</updated><title type='text'>FIRST FAMILY HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>On Friday, we returned, rather reluctantly from our 1st family holiday. We went camping in North Wales - just outside Abersoch - &amp;amp; had the best time ever! I spent all my childhood holidays around the same area, caravaning with Mum, Dad, Alison &amp;amp; sometimes Nan. So it was quiet emotional for me as we drove through all the places I'd been to before, now only Mum &amp;amp; I are still alive. But the excitement in our car of what lay ahead soon cheered me up! Mixed emotions lets say.But this was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; holiday - a time for making new memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our first time camping, I think we did really well. We had chosen a friendly small campsite, that only allowed small quiet families &amp;amp; no rowdy groups of singles! We erected our tent surprisingly well - about 30 mins - even though it was a bit breezy &amp;amp; unpacked our very overloaded car ( roof box for next time). My general theory to life is expect the worst &amp;amp; anything else is a bonus - so we were more than prepared for every eventuality! Plenty of clothes, food, games, 1st aid, blankets, pot &amp;amp; pans, suncream, everything that is apart from our waterproof coats that Christian had left on the sofa at home! DOH! - Never mind, we can't all be brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week or so, family &amp;amp; friends had been telling us we would have a crap time, be too cold, not be able to sleep, never cope taking a baby etc all apart from my friend Lisa, who had faith &amp;amp; said we'd have a great time &amp;amp; if the weather is crap, just drink beer!! So to everyone apart from Lisa, up yours! We had a fantastic time, we didn't want to come home &amp;amp; we can't wait to go again. We must be natural campers or something. It did rain for half the time, but that didn't spoil anything &amp;amp; at least we know our tent is completely waterproof &amp;amp; you can cook inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of cooking, we ate like kings! I had taken my desert island box of tricks - salt, pepper, sugar, garlic, chilli flakes, coriander, cumin, cayenne pepper &amp;amp; veg bouillon powder - so creations were made! I did feel a bit smug the night our neighbours (Alice's friend Rose &amp;amp; her parents), were eating tinned spaghetti on toast &amp;amp; we had locally caught fresh crab linguine with a warm chilli, lemon &amp;amp; brown crab meat dressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice had a great time too, when we weren't out on day trips, she was playing with Rose (6yr old in the tent next door), they were quite similar in that they both liked singing, running &amp;amp; pretending to be cats! It was so cute hearing them playing! Amelia's big news, apart from being superbaby &amp;amp; still sleeping all night, was that she sat up for the 1st time - hooray! I was so proud, we had some wine to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for day trips, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.portmeirion-village.com/"&gt;Portmeirion&lt;/a&gt; - which is fantastic, so many memories &amp;amp; now we have started watching The Prisoner since we got home. We went on the &lt;a href="http://www.snowdonrailway.co.uk/"&gt;Snowdon Mountain Railway&lt;/a&gt; - which was amazing, if not a little cramped! It could only go up 3/4 of the way because of high winds, but it was still so worth it. We went to the&lt;a href="http://www.rabbitfarm.co.uk/"&gt; Rabbit Farm&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; all held rabbits! Oh come on, we had a 3 year old girl with us!! We went to Caernarfon Castle but it rained so much that we didn't even get out of the car! So we went to &lt;a href="http://www.inigojones.co.uk/"&gt;Inigo Jones Slate Works&lt;/a&gt; instead &amp;amp; I finally bought a slate cheeseboard (well its a floor tile actually but don't tell!). Finally we did get to a castle, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.castlewales.com/criccth.html"&gt;Criccieth Castle&lt;/a&gt; because Alice wanted to be a princess - aahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I keep saying, it was fantastic &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.the-willows-abersoch.co.uk/"&gt;our campsite&lt;/a&gt; was wonderful. We will definitely be going back there &amp;amp; maybe to France next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7536185702891945371?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7536185702891945371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7536185702891945371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7536185702891945371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7536185702891945371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-family-holiday.html' title='FIRST FAMILY HOLIDAY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8657604602967878991</id><published>2008-07-27T16:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:14:31.485Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>Today Amelia is 6 months old! I can't believe where the time has gone - it certainly does fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to announce that she has also recovered from her nasty croup incident, we're all healthy &amp;amp; ready for our camping trip on the 5th (can't wait!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8657604602967878991?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8657604602967878991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8657604602967878991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8657604602967878991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8657604602967878991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-half-birthday.html' title='HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2826534385438075099</id><published>2008-07-22T13:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:40:31.545Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 10</title><content type='html'>GERMANY = SAUERBRATEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this last night (Monday) as, to be honest, we haven't been in all weekend! But it was well worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: You can't just decide to have Sauerbraten as it takes a few days to prepare, it doesn't look very pretty but it tastes amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? Yes, you could even pass it off for a family Sunday lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauerbraten:&lt;br /&gt;480 ml red wine, 240 ml red wine vinegar, 120 ml water, 2 onions cut into wedges, leaves from a bunch of celery, 1tsp salt, 1tsp sugar, 2 tsp mustard seeds, freshly grated nutmeg, 5 cloves, 1 tsp lightly crushed black peppercorns, 4 sprigs parsley, 2 bay leaves, 1kg beef topside joint, 2 tbsp veg. oil, 50g crushed Gingernuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Place everything apart from beef, oil &amp;amp; biscuits in a large bowl &amp;amp; mix well. Now add beef, cover &amp;amp; leave for 3 days, turning several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remove meat from marinade (reserving the marinade) &amp;amp; pat dry on kitchen paper, then season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Heat oil in a large saucepan &amp;amp; brown beef on all sides. Add the marinade, bring to boil &amp;amp; simmer gently for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Remove beef &amp;amp; strain cooking liquor into a jug. Pour 120 ml into a smaller pan &amp;amp; bring to the boil. Then add the crushed Gingernuts &amp;amp; the rest of the liquor a little at a time, stirring constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Continue boiling &amp;amp; stirring until the gravy has thickened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Serve the sliced beef &amp;amp; gravy with potatoes &amp;amp; vegetables of your choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2826534385438075099?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2826534385438075099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2826534385438075099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2826534385438075099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2826534385438075099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/07/formula-food-round-10.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 10'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8413410212545141832</id><published>2008-07-21T08:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:29:02.092Z</updated><title type='text'>MORE AMELIA NEWS</title><content type='html'>On Friday she rolled over for the first time! Now if you put her on our bed, she rolls over &amp;amp; over right to the edge! Ahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8413410212545141832?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8413410212545141832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8413410212545141832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8413410212545141832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8413410212545141832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-amelia-news.html' title='MORE AMELIA NEWS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5934711868872945836</id><published>2008-07-21T08:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:22:09.905Z</updated><title type='text'>IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO...</title><content type='html'>... start another weeks starvation style diet with last night's leftover Chinese for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens for my "suck your fat in" slip - it turns a wobbly post baby size 16 body into a nice toned size 14! So, if I buy the next size down &amp;amp; wear that on top, I will be a lovely size 10 &amp;amp; all will be well!!! (apart from turning purple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember Tracy saying (many years ago), we all spend a certain amount of time worrying about something. Her's was money &amp;amp; if she didn't worry about money, she would start worrying about her &amp;amp; Dan's health, so she'd rather worry about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved that thought &amp;amp; tell it to loads of friends when they worry about things. So, I'm quite happy to moan about being fat!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thin's overrated - eat a pie skinny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5934711868872945836?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5934711868872945836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5934711868872945836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5934711868872945836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5934711868872945836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-not-good-idea-to.html' title='IT&apos;S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-479037568927057058</id><published>2008-07-13T08:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:52:30.437Z</updated><title type='text'>TWO LITTLE TEETH</title><content type='html'>Hooray for Amelia! Yesterday she got her 1st tooth - it's on the bottom, the front left hand side one. Then this morning we found its partner, so now she has her 2 front teeth on the bottom -aahhh! She's still the smiliest baby in the land, she just has a rosy red cheek &amp;amp; is even more dribbley! She's so lovely - well done Amelia :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-479037568927057058?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/479037568927057058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=479037568927057058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/479037568927057058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/479037568927057058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-little-teeth.html' title='TWO LITTLE TEETH'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-970481841393643388</id><published>2008-07-08T09:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:59:43.567Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 9</title><content type='html'>BRITAIN = CONCESSION STANDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have stayed at home &amp;amp; had roast beef, but no, we went to Silverstone for the British Grand Prix &amp;amp; ate like pigs from Great British concession stands instead!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:  I just want some vegetables!&lt;br /&gt;Would I do it again? Yes, just not until next year though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concession stands (or a heart attack in a polystyrene box!):&lt;br /&gt;3  sausage baguettes, 1 bacon baguette, 3 1/4lb cheese burgers, 1 1/2lb cheese burger, 3 portions of chips, 1 beef sandwich, 1 steak sandwich, 1 portion of potato wedges &amp;amp; curry sauce, 2 breakfast baguettes, 2 bags of 6 doughnuts, 2 chicken tikka massala with rice &amp;amp; naan bread &amp;amp; 1 meal in the hotel restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Divide between 3 days &amp;amp; 2 fat bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Feel crap &amp;amp; bloated for another week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-970481841393643388?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/970481841393643388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=970481841393643388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/970481841393643388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/970481841393643388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/07/formula-food-round-9.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 9'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2491370541094634610</id><published>2008-07-07T11:13:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:52:17.639Z</updated><title type='text'>DID YOU SEE US?...WE WERE ON TELLY!</title><content type='html'>On Sunday evening, Christian &amp;amp; I arrived home from our fantastic 3 days away at the British Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prix&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Silverstone&lt;/span&gt;. We had a brilliant time, although I really missed my babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning at 7am, we dropped the girls off with Christian's mum &amp;amp; headed straight for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Silverstone&lt;/span&gt; - having experienced long traffic delays last year, we knew that being very early was the key. Christian had bought us the very best seats available for the Sunday race - so we could sit where ever we wanted to on the Friday &amp;amp; Saturday for practicing &amp;amp; qualifying. So we did our usual walk round the whole circuit, sitting in all the grandstands, making sure our seats were the best - &amp;amp; they were!! We watched the F1 practices &amp;amp; some GP2 &amp;amp; Porsche stuff too, bought a load of presents(for us &amp;amp; the girls!) &amp;amp; headed off to find the hotel &amp;amp; more importantly the hotel bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a bit of a lie in - 6am to be exact! Oh well, rather be waiting at the track than stuck in traffic! Christian listened to me this time &amp;amp; we got to park in the car park in front of the entrance, rather than in the back of some field - Mummy knows best!! &amp;amp; we had a lovely day (if not a bit wet &amp;amp; cold) watching the qualifying. The only slight blip was when I found a massive purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt; vein on my leg &amp;amp; I was going to die before the day was out &amp;amp;..... it was a bruise from climbing over the seats on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the best ever, I'm sure Christian will write about it in much more detail &lt;a href="http://www.briddon.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Our seats were fantastic - the pit straight grandstand - the covered bit of course (thankfully as it started to rain at about 8am &amp;amp; stopped 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before the race finished!). We got to watch all the race build up &amp;amp; spotted all the celebs walking around the grid too. The race was amazing - wet races are my favourite as they are so action packed &amp;amp; this one didn't fail to please! Sitting opposite the pits meant that I could gather what was going on without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commentary&lt;/span&gt; by reading the drivers pit boards - they are really very useful! As Lewis started his last lap everyone was going mad - cheering &amp;amp; blowing air horns - so you can only imagine how loud it got when he actually won, very exciting. We watched all the podium presentations, then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had put the children to bed, we watched the race again! When the camera panned over our grandstand, we paused it &amp;amp; saw ourselves on telly! Did you see us? We were those 2 faces behind the red &amp;amp; yellow blobs of the people sat in front of us!&lt;br /&gt;What a brilliant weekend &amp;amp; such a shame there will only be 1 more at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Silverstone&lt;/span&gt; - we will be there of course - same seats I hope Christian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2491370541094634610?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2491370541094634610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2491370541094634610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2491370541094634610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2491370541094634610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-you-see-uswe-were-on-telly.html' title='DID YOU SEE US?...WE WERE ON TELLY!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-3083067883286819076</id><published>2008-07-03T09:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:30:02.378Z</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE FUDGE DELIGHT</title><content type='html'>As mentioned in a previous post, I have been baking this week. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/2632079614/sizes/l/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the chocolate fudge cock I made for a friend's hen night. Christian was disappointed that it wasn't pink, but the hen is a chocoholic &amp;amp; anyway brown willies are much bigger than pink (years of experience talking now!), so you can cut more slices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was icing this cake, it took me back 6 years to my hen night - when that white stretch limo picked me up, with a sea of half cut friends faces inside &amp;amp; took me to the Moathouse for a Bee Gees tribute band night! Ahh what a naff, drunken time was had - fantastic, it has to be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-3083067883286819076?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3083067883286819076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=3083067883286819076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3083067883286819076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3083067883286819076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/07/chocolate-fudge-delight.html' title='CHOCOLATE FUDGE DELIGHT'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-1769258325713253408</id><published>2008-06-29T10:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:55:59.131Z</updated><title type='text'>FANTASY DINNER PARTY</title><content type='html'>You know that fantasy dinner party thing - where you choose living or dead, who you'd have for dinner. And you're supposed to pick people to make others think "Oh how clever &amp;amp; witty, I'd had never thought of that!" Like Martin Luther King, Gandhi, Elvis, Kylie &amp;amp; Nigella... Well I'd have, me &amp;amp; Christian (obviously), Mum, Dad, Alison &amp;amp; her really nice husband (one she deserved, not the twat she ended up with!). And after everyone had gone to bed (for we would live in a massive house - big enough to accommodate everyone) - Dad &amp;amp; I would stay up, open another bottle of wine &amp;amp; talk as we washed up.... That would be the best day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-1769258325713253408?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1769258325713253408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=1769258325713253408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1769258325713253408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1769258325713253408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/06/fantasy-dinner-party.html' title='FANTASY DINNER PARTY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6102276274097732502</id><published>2008-06-23T11:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:21:17.038Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 8</title><content type='html'>FRANCE = CASSOULET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a national dish as such from France, but I'm sure if you asked anyone to name a french dish then half a dozen would immediately spring to mind. Although Magny Cours is in central France, I opted for cassoulet from south west France because that's the area we were going to move to next year (this may still happen in a few years).&lt;br /&gt;I have again moved slightly away from the traditional style in favour of the weight watching version. I omitted the duck, duck confit &amp;amp; duck fat, but as the best cassoulet recipe is the one your family invented &amp;amp; as long as it contains sausages &amp;amp; beans, we're ok!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Bloody lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassoulet:&lt;br /&gt;1lb herb &amp;amp; garlic pork sausage, 1 tin chopped tomatoes (or 1lb of fresh), 2tbsp tomato puree, 300ml pork stock, 1tbsp Lea &amp;amp; Perrins, 8oz mushrooms - sliced, 8oz baby onions -halved, 1 red pepper -diced, 2 cloves garlic - crushed, 1tbsp sweet chilli sauce, 410g can of butter beans - drained, salt &amp;amp; pepper &amp;amp; chopped parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cook sausages however you cook them (I do mine in the oven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Place tomatoes, puree, stock &amp;amp; Lea &amp;amp; Perrins in a flameproof casserole &amp;amp; bring to boil. Add in garlic, onions, mushrooms, pepper &amp;amp; chilli sauce &amp;amp; simmer for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add sausages, butter beans &amp;amp; salt &amp;amp; pepper to taste &amp;amp; simmer for a further 20 mins. Serve sprinkled with chopped parsley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6102276274097732502?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6102276274097732502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6102276274097732502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6102276274097732502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6102276274097732502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/06/formula-food-round-8.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 8'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-1805207314135143303</id><published>2008-06-23T10:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:07:50.616Z</updated><title type='text'>SO EMBARRASSING!</title><content type='html'>Prude is not a word you would use to describe me. I have just bought condoms for the second time in my life &amp;amp; I curled up with embarrassment! I was in Sainsburys, so I didn't even have to ask for them - I walked passed them twice, phoned Christian &amp;amp; then grabbed them off the shelf! I went all red &amp;amp; hot! I'm 35 for God's sake! I am allowed to have sex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-1805207314135143303?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1805207314135143303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=1805207314135143303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1805207314135143303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1805207314135143303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-embarrassing.html' title='SO EMBARRASSING!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8911430279799236973</id><published>2008-06-21T15:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:32:41.901Z</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO CAKE MAKING</title><content type='html'>I have 2 cakes that I need to be making over the next couple of weeks. The first is Amelia's Christening cake, a 2 tier fruit cake job ( or maybe a sponge top tier - not quite decided) with some sort of modelling work involved - it will look fantastic I'm sure! The other is a huge chocolate cock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8911430279799236973?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8911430279799236973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8911430279799236973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8911430279799236973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8911430279799236973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-cake-making.html' title='BACK TO CAKE MAKING'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-4772113951245282017</id><published>2008-06-09T10:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:23:37.030Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 7</title><content type='html'>CANADA = POUTINE (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pronounced put sin) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm! What can be said about&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poutine"&gt; poutine&lt;/a&gt;.... Well it's basically chips, cheese curds &amp;amp; gravy. Rather peculiar for a national dish but there you go. It's one of those things that sounds a bit odd, so it would probably be really good! I didn't use cheese curds (I actually didn't try to get them), I read that mozzarella was the next best thing - so I just used that. I think my problem with poutine is that I'm just not a fan of chips &amp;amp; gravy, I finished it though. It was quiet good as hangover comfort food - maybe the Canadians have lots of hangovers!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: If I was Canadian, I would invent something else as a national dish!&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poutine:&lt;br /&gt;Chips of your choice (I oven bake my own), cheese curds or 1 ball of buffalo mozzarella per person, very hot chicken gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cook chips, tear over cheese, cover with gravy &amp;amp; leave a couple of mins for the cheese to start melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-4772113951245282017?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4772113951245282017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=4772113951245282017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4772113951245282017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4772113951245282017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/06/formula-food-round-7.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 7'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8580034533844427971</id><published>2008-06-08T15:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:40:43.988Z</updated><title type='text'>CRESS</title><content type='html'>What a good idea cress is! It's the perfect bribe for getting children to eat eggs. Alice is currently growing some cress egg heads! First she had to eat a boiled egg &amp;amp; soldiers, to get the empty egg shell. Then she got to paint the egg shell. Now we are growing the cress in the egg shell. And in another 3 or 4 days she is going to eat an egg &amp;amp; cress sandwich! - maybe Jane could try this with Phil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very impressed with her green fingers, she waters her plant every day &amp;amp; every morning she can't wait to see how much it has grown - very cute! I remember doing this as a child - it's exciting stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8580034533844427971?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8580034533844427971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8580034533844427971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8580034533844427971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8580034533844427971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/06/cress.html' title='CRESS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6397195281873726951</id><published>2008-05-30T20:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:52:27.721Z</updated><title type='text'>KATIE PRICE &amp; PETER ANDRE OWE ME 30 MINS</title><content type='html'>Last night, whilst searching through our many Sky channels to realise that there actually wasn't anything to watch, we happened upon "Katie &amp;amp; Peter - the next chapter". Ah ha, we thought, time to laugh at some "celebrities", but no, the joke was on us. What complete &amp;amp; utter dross. They really are a pair of losers. Why on earth would they think people are at all interested in watching them bicker about who is best, then make up, then bicker about who fancies the other one, then make up....... We watched for 30mins in amazement, hoping it was going to get better, but no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the idea is we watch &amp;amp; think - "oh, I wish I was her/him. They really do have the greatest relationship &amp;amp; best sex life ever".&lt;br /&gt;In reality we watch &amp;amp; think - "What a pair of insecure nobodies. Please don't give them another series!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to my final hour or 2 of life, I will remember that -Katie Price &amp;amp; Peter Andre - you owe me 30mins! What a waste!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6397195281873726951?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6397195281873726951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6397195281873726951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6397195281873726951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6397195281873726951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/05/katie-price-peter-andre-owe-me-30-mins.html' title='KATIE PRICE &amp; PETER ANDRE OWE ME 30 MINS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8516342401174676902</id><published>2008-05-28T09:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:13:19.824Z</updated><title type='text'>ROSE IS THE NEW LOUISE</title><content type='html'>In my class at school, way back in the 70's!, every other girl had the middle name of Louise - myself included. Now it seems that Rose is the new Louise. I know or have heard of (through Christian's work) a total of 7 babies born this year, all girls &amp;amp; all having the same middle name, Rose - my daughter included. Oh yes, &amp;amp; a hamster called Rosie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8516342401174676902?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8516342401174676902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8516342401174676902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8516342401174676902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8516342401174676902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/05/rose-is-new-louise.html' title='ROSE IS THE NEW LOUISE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-2053702060931863494</id><published>2008-05-27T17:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:31:16.686Z</updated><title type='text'>THE LACK OF QUALITY FROM SAINSBURYS</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of years I have only been buying meat from proper butchers/farm shops, ever since I ordered some &lt;a href="http://www.jimmysfarm.com/"&gt;Jimmy's Farm&lt;/a&gt; bacon &amp;amp; couldn't believe the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the other day, I was in Sainsbury's, it was getting on for teatime &amp;amp; I couldn't really be bothered lugging to grumpy children over to the butchers a couple of miles away, so I bought some Sainsbury's mince. It was their extra lean British beef mince, the one I used to buy previously &amp;amp; it was disgusting. Inedible really. I couldn't believe how crap the quality was - it's only mince for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't buy supermarket meat - find a nice friendly butcher (judge them by their sausages), it's so much tastier, you know where it's from &amp;amp; how it's reared &amp;amp; isn't really that much more expensive. If I can afford to switch, anyone can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-2053702060931863494?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/2053702060931863494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=2053702060931863494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2053702060931863494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/2053702060931863494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/05/lack-of-quality-from-sainsburys.html' title='THE LACK OF QUALITY FROM SAINSBURYS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6368499285285567147</id><published>2008-05-26T17:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:03:53.954Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 6</title><content type='html'>MONACO = BOUILLABAISSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was surprised by that - it originated in Marseille, just further along the coast, but according to numerous Google pages, it is Monaco's national dish. My mother-in-law said, come to think about it, Monaco was the 1st place she ever ate bouillabaisse - so that works for me! It is one of those dishes that you can almost please yourself what goes in - fish wise. I found recipes with lobster, monk fish &amp;amp; turbot but I went for &lt;a href="http://lifeandhealth.guardian.co.uk/food/story/0,,2262649,00.html"&gt;Nigel Slater's&lt;/a&gt; 1lb of assorted fish per person. I used cod, haddock, salmon, coley, pollack &amp;amp; mussels - which suited my pitiful budget nicely!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: bloody gorgeous &amp;amp; surprisingly filling.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again? I'd like to think so, but you don't often buy so much fish for 1 meal - maybe if we went on holiday near a fishing village - it would be criminal not to then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouillabaisse:&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves of garlic, 2tbsp olive oil, 6 anchovy fillets, 2 bay leaves, 3 sprigs of thyme, a 5cm curl of orange peel, a glass of white wine (I didn't have the previous 2 items - so I used a glass of orange juice instead &amp;amp; it really worked), 2 tins of chopped tomatoes, 500ml of fish or veg. stock, approx. 400g of assorted fish per person &amp;amp; about 24 mussels.&lt;br /&gt;For the croutons:&lt;br /&gt;8 thin slices of baguette, 2 red chillies, a small bunch of coriander &amp;amp; 4 spring onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a large pan, gently heat oil &amp;amp; add the thinly sliced garlic, anchovies, orange peel, bay &amp;amp; thyme &amp;amp; cook until the garlic is golden &amp;amp; the anchovies have melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Add the wine (or orange juice!) &amp;amp; boil rapidly for a couple of mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the stock &amp;amp; tomatoes, bring to the boil, then simmer for 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Skin &amp;amp; cut the fish into large chunks &amp;amp; add to the broth, firmest first, once opaque &amp;amp; tender, add the mussels. Cover with a lid &amp;amp; leave until the shells open. Serve with the croutons pushed in between the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croutons:&lt;br /&gt;1.Toast the bread, de-seed the chillies, place in a mini processor with the coriander &amp;amp; spring onions &amp;amp; blitz to a fine paste. Spread over toasts &amp;amp; serve in the soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6368499285285567147?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6368499285285567147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6368499285285567147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6368499285285567147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6368499285285567147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/05/formula-food-round-6.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 6'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-760187769456654744</id><published>2008-05-17T09:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:15:01.955Z</updated><title type='text'>MUM</title><content type='html'>Hooray, Mum's coming home today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum has been holidaying in France for the past 10 days &amp;amp; I have really missed her. We have been texting every day but it's not the same as speaking - we have a good "put the world to rights" chat every morning usually. Her &amp;amp; my Auntie Tricia are coming for a Moroccan Sunday lunch tomorrow - should be french I suppose but never mind, the food isn't the star of the day - my Mum is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-760187769456654744?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/760187769456654744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=760187769456654744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/760187769456654744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/760187769456654744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/05/mum.html' title='MUM'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-276039794927734457</id><published>2008-05-12T09:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:16:38.425Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 5</title><content type='html'>TURKEY = KEBABS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to have these on Saturday night, as we were selfishly invited out for Sunday lunch -who does Sunday lunch on a race weekend?!;-)&lt;br /&gt;They were very quick &amp;amp; easy, if not a bit fatty but that's lamb for you.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Really tasty &amp;amp; easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make them again? Yes, I might make them half the size though - a definite meaty mouthful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkish Kofta Kebabs:&lt;br /&gt;900g minced lamb, 2 grated onions, 6 crushed cloves of garlic, 2 tsp chilli flakes, 1 handful of chopped parsley, oil for brushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Soak 8 bamboo skewers in cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Put everything (apart from the oil) in a large bowl with plenty of salt &amp;amp; pepper &amp;amp; mix together with your hands until bound together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Divide the mixture into 8 &amp;amp; mould it into long sausage shapes around the skewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Brush with oil &amp;amp; cook on a griddle for a couple of mins each side, until browned &amp;amp; cooked through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I served them with cucumber, yogurt &amp;amp; mint - which is self explanatory (chop &amp;amp; mix together!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-276039794927734457?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/276039794927734457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=276039794927734457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/276039794927734457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/276039794927734457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/05/formula-food-round-5.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 5'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-6532210137297740854</id><published>2008-05-03T08:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-03T08:58:30.296Z</updated><title type='text'>BOGIE SUCKER</title><content type='html'>Being an avid picker of things in general, I have just bought  la piece de resistance! It's for Amelia, as she has a bit of a snuffy nose &amp;amp; can't blow it herself at 14 weeks old. It's a &lt;a href="http://www.baby-marketing.co.uk/news/pages/20030522_4little1.htm"&gt;nasal aspirator&lt;/a&gt;. You put 1 end at the bottom of her nose, then you suck the other end!!! A chamber collects the gunk - don't worry! It's so disgusting - it's fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-6532210137297740854?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/6532210137297740854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=6532210137297740854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6532210137297740854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/6532210137297740854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/05/bogie-sucker.html' title='BOGIE SUCKER'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5011751358133209420</id><published>2008-04-28T08:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:41:28.533Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 4</title><content type='html'>SPAIN = PAELLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be Paella! Mind you it wasn't as authentic as it should have been, after a month of terrible budgeting on my part &amp;amp; 3 days till payday, I invented a store cupboard Paella! Well the majority of national dishes are peasant foods anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Really tasty &amp;amp; perfect for the hangover from hell that I was suffering from.&lt;br /&gt;Would I make it again?: Yes, it was lovely. I've made paellas before &amp;amp; they were quite stodgy, I think the trick was cooking the rice separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paella:&lt;br /&gt;400g long grain rice (already cooked in chicken stock with a pinch of saffron added to the water), 200g chorizo cut into £1 coin size slices, 200g jumbo king prawns, 1 onion chopped, 1 red &amp;amp; 1 yellow pepper diced, 2 handfuls of frozen peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fry the onion &amp;amp; peppers in a bit of olive oil to soften, the add the chorizo &amp;amp; fry for another 5 mins or so, until the oils are released from the chorizo &amp;amp; the edges start to get crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stir in the peas &amp;amp; prawns &amp;amp; after a minute or 2 add the rice &amp;amp; stir to combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Divide between 2 hungover parents &amp;amp; 1 small girl &amp;amp; eat out of a bowl whilst watching the Grand Prix, feeling very sorry for yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5011751358133209420?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5011751358133209420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5011751358133209420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5011751358133209420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5011751358133209420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/04/formula-food-round-4.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 4'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-4829464574080389656</id><published>2008-04-06T17:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:07:47.165Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 3</title><content type='html'>BAHRAIN = FALAFEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very impressed by these falafel pittas we have had today. As one is watching one's weight, I was delighted to find a weight watchers recipe for falafel &amp;amp; it wasn't crap! Very satisfying actually.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Healthy, satisfying &amp;amp; low fat. Would I make them again? Definitely, they were bloody lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falafel Pittas With Cucumber Sauce:&lt;br /&gt;410g can of chick peas drained &amp;amp; rinsed, 1 crushed clove of garlic( I forgot to put this in!), 50g breadcrumbs, 4 sliced spring onions, 1 egg, 1tsp ground cumin, 175g finely diced cucumber, 3tbsp chopped coriander, 1 tbsp mint jelly, 150ml 0% fat Greek yogurt, 4 pittas &amp;amp; shredded Iceberg lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to GM5 / 190c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Put chick peas, breadcrumbs, garlic, cumin, spring onions, egg &amp;amp; salt &amp;amp; pepper into a food processor &amp;amp; blitz until smooth. Roll into 20 small balls, place on a baking tray (lined with greaseproof) &amp;amp; bake for 15mins with a dab of olive oil on each ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mix together the cucumber, mint jelly, coriander &amp;amp; yogurt to make the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Split the warmed pittas &amp;amp; fill with shredded lettuce, falafel &amp;amp; cucumber sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-4829464574080389656?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4829464574080389656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=4829464574080389656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4829464574080389656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4829464574080389656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/04/formula-food-round-3.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 3'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-4507849492590360501</id><published>2008-04-03T16:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:26:50.295Z</updated><title type='text'>AMELIA'S LONG NIGHT</title><content type='html'>Huzzah!, we've cracked it again with another "angel baby" (the highest award given by The Baby Whisperer for my children!). At 9 weeks &amp;amp; 3 days old, Amelia Rose Briddon has slept through the whole night! 7:30pm to 6:30am - what a star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a dream feed at 10pm, sounds very American I know, but it's just feeding your baby without waking her up &amp;amp; she stayed asleep for ages - 11 hours, I'm very impressed. Let's see if tonight's the same.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-4507849492590360501?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4507849492590360501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=4507849492590360501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4507849492590360501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4507849492590360501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/04/amelias-long-night.html' title='AMELIA&apos;S LONG NIGHT'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7016045166992178577</id><published>2008-03-23T18:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:47:05.221Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 2</title><content type='html'>MALAYSIA = FISH &amp;amp; FRAGRANT CURRIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Ken Hom "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Malaysia, fresh fish is a standard item in every home"&lt;/span&gt;. So after reading that I decided that we would try a Malaysian fish curry. I'm guessing you could use any fish you like in it, I'm going to try it again using raw large prawns, then with salmon.....&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion - Very good indeed &amp;amp; very quick to make. Would I make it again?- Definitely &amp;amp; soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Fish Curry:&lt;br /&gt;1lb skinned fish of your choice (I used haddock)-cut into big chunks, 1 roughly chopped onion, 5cm piece of ginger &amp;amp; 2 cloves of garlic chopped, 2tbsp hot curry paste, 1 tsp ground coriander, 1/2tsp ground fennel seeds, 1/2tsp turmeric, 2tbsp lemon juice, 200ml coconut milk, boiled rice to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put onion, ginger, garlic, curry paste, spices &amp;amp; lemon juice in a food processor &amp;amp; blend together, then add 1/2 the coconut milk &amp;amp; blend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Pour remaining coconut milk in a wok over a medium heat, add the curry mixture &amp;amp; simmer for 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the fish pieces &amp;amp; cook for another 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Serve immediately with the rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7016045166992178577?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7016045166992178577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7016045166992178577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7016045166992178577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7016045166992178577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/03/formula-food-round-2.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 2'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-5713157011175254031</id><published>2008-03-19T12:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:49:51.191Z</updated><title type='text'>MY BIG FAT BACKSIDE</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was abused in Sainsburys by a twatty little man. We (me, Alice &amp;amp; Amelia) were leaving the shop, Amelia started crying so I stopped to find her dummy. As this was happening an old woman came over &amp;amp; started shaking her arms saying "Ahh, what's the matter". I can't stand passers by touching my children, so I said "Can you not do that, she's upset already". I began to walk away &amp;amp; the old woman's son (I imagine - looked about 40) said - in his very lovely thick Sheffield accent "Well there's no helping some people, you obviously can't look after your own baby". Rather shocked I told him to "Mind your own business" to which he replied "You can't look after your baby, you don't know what you're doing". I couldn't believe what he was saying so I said "Oh shut up, you common pleb" &amp;amp; started to walk away, still shocked &amp;amp; shaking now. Then came the worst part - in the middle of Sainsbury's car park he shouted "Oh my God, look at the size of her arse, you fat cow". I held it together to pack the girls &amp;amp; shopping in the car - then cried all the way home (&amp;amp; most of the afternoon)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm just angry. I still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; allow strangers to touch my children. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I have a big arse. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a good mother. So why is this twat still in my head? Aargh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-5713157011175254031?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/5713157011175254031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=5713157011175254031' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5713157011175254031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/5713157011175254031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-big-fat-backside_19.html' title='MY BIG FAT BACKSIDE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-4483787009871320405</id><published>2008-03-16T18:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:22:43.304Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 1</title><content type='html'>AUSTRALIA = KANGAROO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just eaten our kangaroo stroganoff, which was actually very nice. The meat in its raw state looked like a large piece of liver. After cooking it was very lean &amp;amp; tasted a bit beefy &amp;amp; the texture was that of liver.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion - surprisingly nice, very low fat too. Would I buy it again? - Probably not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;1tbsp rapeseed oil, 1 sliced onion, 1 crushed clove of garlic, 1lb kangaroo steak (I used rump) cut into thin strips, 200g sliced mushrooms, 1tsp paprika, 1tbsp Lea &amp;amp; Perrins, 2 tbsp brandy, 300ml stock, 100g creme fraiche, salt &amp;amp; pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat the oil in a pan, add the onion &amp;amp; garlic, reduce heat &amp;amp; cook gently for 5 mins to soften the onion. Turn heat back up &amp;amp; add the kangaroo meat, stir fry for 5 mins until sealed on all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Add the mushrooms, paprika, Lea &amp;amp; Perrins &amp;amp; brandy &amp;amp; cook stirring for 2 mins. Add the stock, bring to boil, reduce heat &amp;amp; simmer for 20 mins - stirring now &amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Add the creme fraiche &amp;amp; season. Heat through, but don't allow to boil - as sauce may separate. We had it with rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-4483787009871320405?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/4483787009871320405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=4483787009871320405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4483787009871320405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/4483787009871320405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/03/formula-food-round-1.html' title='FORMULA FOOD - ROUND 1'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7096288877248863036</id><published>2008-03-13T17:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:32:51.405Z</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA FOOD</title><content type='html'>This weekend sees the start of this year's formula 1 season - I can't wait, Christian &amp;amp; I have been looking forward to this for ages (Sunday is also 15 years since our 1st kiss - &amp;amp; before you ask, no he isn't taking me out - I'm babysitting while Christian goes out!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year I have decided to combine 2 of my favourite passions - food &amp;amp; F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each grand prix is in a different country, I am going to cook something traditional to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; country or something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;  country is famous for. For example, this weekend is in Australia. There isn't anything particularly traditional from Oz, other than shrimps on a barbie &amp;amp; Vegemite sandwiches, so we'll be having stroganoff - kangaroo stroganoff to be exact - do you see how this is going to work?! It's just a good excuse to play with different foods I probably wouldn't think of trying. I'll post each race weekend to tell you what we've had &amp;amp; how it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most uninteresting will be the British grand prix as thanks to a couple of start/finish line tickets, we'll be eating from concession stands that weekend - not bad though for a country that seems to think chicken tikka massala is one of its top 10 dishes, but that's a different post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7096288877248863036?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7096288877248863036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7096288877248863036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7096288877248863036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7096288877248863036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/03/formula-food.html' title='FORMULA FOOD'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7718076633758967599</id><published>2008-03-10T17:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:04:09.297Z</updated><title type='text'>A DUMMY - NOT IN MY HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>I have recently done something to my 6 weeks old baby that I am ashamed off - Christian will go mad when I tell him. I can't bear to see babies/small children sucking on a dummy, I much prefer thumb sucking! I know that there's a bone in a thumb &amp;amp; it can push their front teeth forward &amp;amp; blah blah blah (the dentist told me off after seeing Alice sucking her thumb!) but &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/50746437/in/set-1100844/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; image is so much nicer than a dummy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I have just given Amelia a dummy &amp;amp; she loves it!!!! She has been crying on &amp;amp; off all day, so to save my sanity more than anything I tried her with an old dummy that we had for Alice (she hated it!) &amp;amp; peace has been restored - hooray!! Now I can get on with the housework I've had on hold for 6 weeks - not so hooray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7718076633758967599?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7718076633758967599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7718076633758967599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7718076633758967599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7718076633758967599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-big-dummy.html' title='A DUMMY - NOT IN MY HOUSE!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-362283805143820170</id><published>2008-02-24T11:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:46:39.862Z</updated><title type='text'>WELL DONE CHRISTIAN</title><content type='html'>After 27 days, Christian has finally changed one of Amelia's nappies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-362283805143820170?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/362283805143820170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=362283805143820170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/362283805143820170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/362283805143820170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-done-christian.html' title='WELL DONE CHRISTIAN'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-3523087485495940881</id><published>2008-02-16T14:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:47:53.928Z</updated><title type='text'>BREAST IS BEST</title><content type='html'>I'm astonished - I have spent the week not being healthy at all, eating fish &amp;amp; chips, sandwiches, cheese, chocolate &amp;amp; every chocolate product imaginable &amp;amp; not exercising at all &amp;amp; I have lost 6 pounds! Fanbloodytastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, on average, breast feeding burns about 700 calories a day. And when Amelia has her marathon 3 hour feeds (7pm - 10pm bless her!) it must be burning off more! Now if I can just get the rest of the family to join in, I could be a size 0 by Easter...hmmmm!.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-3523087485495940881?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3523087485495940881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=3523087485495940881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3523087485495940881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3523087485495940881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/02/breast-is-best.html' title='BREAST IS BEST'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8441513589810625018</id><published>2008-02-12T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:52:22.153Z</updated><title type='text'>A WARNING TO TEENAGE CHECKOUT BOYS</title><content type='html'>If you are a teenage checkout boy please listen. Don't try to slag off a crying baby to her mother, the joke will back fire on you &amp;amp; your face will go so red that your spots will disappear into the firey glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Checkout Boy- Does he ever shut up?&lt;br /&gt;Victoria- You were a baby once, did you?&lt;br /&gt;TCB- He makes a noise, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;V- SHE is a baby. Babies can't speak you know, they have to cry to communicate. She's only saying she's fed up &amp;amp; wants to go home.&lt;br /&gt;TCB- My Grandma says problem babies make nice adults.&lt;br /&gt;V- She isn't a problem baby. Were you a good baby then?&lt;br /&gt;TCB- I'm confused...&lt;br /&gt;V- Shall we just get on with the job in hand?&lt;br /&gt;TCB- Sorry. Would you like any help with your....&lt;br /&gt;V- NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8441513589810625018?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8441513589810625018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8441513589810625018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8441513589810625018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8441513589810625018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/02/warning-to-teenage-checkout-boys.html' title='A WARNING TO TEENAGE CHECKOUT BOYS'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-1273270326754578823</id><published>2008-02-01T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:13:50.790Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BACK TOGETHER ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2301/2233859607_59d1fee85d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2301/2233859607_59d1fee85d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a very yummy chocolate fudge cake that I have made for Christian because today it is 8 years since we decided to give "us" 1 last chance to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we started seeing each other 15 years ago, we had a bit of a rocky start - to say the least! We used to work at the same pub all those years ago &amp;amp; after chasing &amp;amp; finally tricking me, Christian &amp;amp; I became an item. It was soon very obvious that I was more bothered about us than he, as he would frequently dump me whenever he might be in a situation whereby he would have to spend any money on me - like birthdays, Christmas etc - then take me back a week or 2 later. For example, for my 21st birthday, Christian bought me a drink! More fool me, some might say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years of this treatment, enough was enough &amp;amp; we went our seperate ways - not for long though.... can't live with, can't live without. But now it was my turn to be in charge! Christian was more bothered about me this time &amp;amp; didn't I just play it! We had a couple of years of being "friends with benefits"! Even Justin (Christian's brother) used to tell me off for this behaviour with "Stop messing my brother about, you're either with him or not"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had another cooling off couple of years with not much contact other than letters, cards &amp;amp; drunken I love you phone calls! Then Christian sent me a letter stating that he was fine, life was great etc &amp;amp; I thought, "oh no you don't, what about me"! Time for a visit. We met up again &amp;amp; decided on 1st February 2000 that we were going to try 1 last time &amp;amp; if it didn't work, we would leave each other alone. Fortunatly, by this time we had both grown up a bit &amp;amp; knew that we only ever wanted each other anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, 8 years on, a mortgage, a wedding &amp;amp; 2 beautiful little girls &amp;amp; I'm the happiest person in the world! I love you Christian xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-1273270326754578823?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/1273270326754578823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=1273270326754578823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1273270326754578823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/1273270326754578823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-back-together-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY BACK TOGETHER ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2301/2233859607_59d1fee85d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-9132401989768695951</id><published>2008-01-29T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:05:33.543Z</updated><title type='text'>AMELIA ROSE BRIDDON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2058/2225788819_ea71eb9bd4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2058/2225788819_ea71eb9bd4_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's arrived!!! Finally, 9 days late, after all my whinging, the joint 1st most beautiful baby in the world was born!!&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in the early hours of Sunday 27th January, I had got up to go to the loo at about 2:45, after, I heard 2 weird ripping/bursting sounds followed a stream of fluid! Knowing full well that this wasn't wee! I sat back down on the loo &amp;amp; called out that old familiar phrase, "Christian, I think my waters have just broken" - fortunately Alice was staying at my Mum's as we suspected something would happen this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned the hospital, who advised me to "hang on until the morning before coming in" - from previous experience Christian &amp;amp; I knew that wasn't going to happen - then as the fluids kept on flowing, the contractions started. The 1st wasn't too bad, 15 mins later the 2nd was more uncomfortable, another 7 mins this time &amp;amp; Christian began his very important job of counting out loud for the length of the contraction. This gives me something to concentrate on &amp;amp; an idea that by 25ish it should start calming down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got in the car &amp;amp; thus began the most horrible car journey! The contractions were coming every 3 mins &amp;amp; lasting 40 - 50 seconds. I feel really sorry for the poor receptionist at Jessops hospital, I walked in, gave her my name &amp;amp; as she was starting to tell us where to go, I started staggering around saying "count Christian, count" &amp;amp; moaning "oh no...pant, pant, deep breaths" &amp;amp; a few seconds later then said "Sorry, which room did you say"!&lt;br /&gt;After my rather dramatic entrance, I was examined straight away, bunged in to a wheelchair &amp;amp; raced down the corridor to a delivery room - I was fully dilated &amp;amp; ready to push (an action which cannot stop once you're ready to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 pushes later &amp;amp; no pain relief at all may I add, the very beautiful Amelia was handed to me, all 8lbs &amp;amp; 5ozs of her, aahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian cut the cord &amp;amp; photographed the placenta, like all proud fathers do! Then we sat back, ate toast &amp;amp; drank tea, listened to the poor cow in the next room screaming, &amp;amp; laughed about the most ridiculous 100mins we had just spent, since I had got up in the night for a quick wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/briddon/sets/72157603809339064/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-9132401989768695951?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/9132401989768695951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=9132401989768695951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9132401989768695951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9132401989768695951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/01/amelia-rose-briddon.html' title='AMELIA ROSE BRIDDON'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2058/2225788819_ea71eb9bd4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7237959849570276344</id><published>2008-01-26T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:05:15.461Z</updated><title type='text'>THE END IS NIGH</title><content type='html'>I think this will be my final pregnancy update! I am now 8 days late, the same as I was with Alice so fingers crossed. I saw the midwife yesterday &amp;amp; had an internal sweep, think latex gloves &amp;amp; James Herriot! She felt the baby's head &amp;amp; told me I was 3cm dilated, so something is happening. She also booked me in at Jessops Hospital to be induced if still no sign by next Friday &amp;amp; was laughing with the woman on the phone about me not making it that far anyway, she said she was 100% certain I will be delivering before then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought the baby was coming last night as I was having light (10-15 second) contractions about every 30 mins - we were very excited, Alice slept at my Mum's, we went to bed to grab some sleep before lift off but these contractions had stopped when I woke up for my 12:30 wee -bugger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we'll see what today brings! I might also add that the final weight gain has been 2.5 stone! &amp;amp; my waist currently measures 49 &amp;amp; 3/4 inches!!! Get on that cross trainer Chunky!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7237959849570276344?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7237959849570276344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7237959849570276344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7237959849570276344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7237959849570276344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-is-nigh.html' title='THE END IS NIGH'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-7079676021536683849</id><published>2008-01-14T12:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:49:46.896Z</updated><title type='text'>MY GOD WOMAN, CHEER UP!</title><content type='html'>I am such a miserable cow at the moment! All I seem to do is moan &amp;amp; complain. Believe me, I do know just how fortunate I am to be 39 &amp;amp; a half weeks pregnant, although we have the very perfect Alice, we were 2 years trying for her, with a rather cruel miscarriage just before her, then another year of trying &amp;amp; 2 more miscarriages before this baby (teenage chavs seem to just get pregnant by thinking about it), SO WHY AREN'T I ELATED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor old Christian &amp;amp; Alice don't know where they are with me, I'm a fluffy bunny one minute &amp;amp; a pit bull the next, everything is too much trouble, walking upstairs leaves me breathless, sitting makes my pelvic bones ache, standing gives me backache, lying down is too much hassle for the amount of time it takes to get up, etc......&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember feeling like this the last time. When I listen to myself it really upsets me because I think "You ungrateful cow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long now (I hope) &amp;amp; I'm actually looking forward to the giving birth part! I just want to hold our new baby in my arms &amp;amp; know that all is well. As for me, I will return to my usual old self &amp;amp; be able to run &amp;amp; jump up &amp;amp; sleep on my front &amp;amp; use my new cross trainer &amp;amp;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-7079676021536683849?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/7079676021536683849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=7079676021536683849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7079676021536683849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/7079676021536683849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-god-woman-cheer-up.html' title='MY GOD WOMAN, CHEER UP!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-771303938635910268</id><published>2007-12-28T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:53:29.895Z</updated><title type='text'>ENGAGED?...ALREADY?!</title><content type='html'>Yes it's true! I have been to see the midwife again today for a check up &amp;amp; she has confirmed that the baby's head has become engaged (ie. right down in my pelvis). I am very excited! The baby's body is also in a perfect birthing position - with it's spine running down the front of my tummy. It can quite happily stay in that position for a few weeks though, but we won't think like that!&lt;br /&gt;The first part of it's journey into the world has begun &amp;amp; I am chuffed to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am now 37 weeks, I only have 3 weeks left to go (or 21 days for the impatient!), but if it's anything like it's big sister- who was 8 days late - we could be waiting a bit longer. Lets just say he/she will arrive anytime between now &amp;amp; 1st Feb. Lets hope it's sooner rather than later for Christian's sake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-771303938635910268?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/771303938635910268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=771303938635910268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/771303938635910268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/771303938635910268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2007/12/engagedalready.html' title='ENGAGED?...ALREADY?!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-9100965848836258625</id><published>2007-12-24T09:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:19:54.291Z</updated><title type='text'>THINGS IT'S BEST NOT TO DO WHEN...</title><content type='html'>....your husband has gone out, there's a cake in the oven &amp;amp; your daughter is playing downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Christian had gone out for a couple of hours, Alice was busy playing &amp;amp; I'd just put our chocolate fruitcake in the oven (for 1 &amp;amp; 3/4 hours). "Oh I know I'll just have a quick bath" thought I. Why I don't know, I never have a bath. I hurled my massive body (size 14 on a good day then add on 36 weeks pregnant!) into the bath, a bit of a tight squeeze but never mind. Then as I lay on the bottom of the bath washing my hair, I thought of 2 very important points:&lt;br /&gt;a) Oops, I'm not supposed to lay flat, it cuts off the blood supply to the baby &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;b) how the f*#k am I going to get up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good 5 mins of very unattractive thrashing around, I got out! Christian came home sometime later &amp;amp; found the whole "turtle stuck on it's back" incident highly amusing. What a silly girl I am, needless to say, I've had a shower this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must go, Mum's coming for Christmas Eve dinner tonight &amp;amp; there's lots to do. Merry Christmas &amp;amp; a Happy New Year to everyone &amp;amp; keep your fingers crossed that the baby hangs on until 1st January at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-9100965848836258625?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/9100965848836258625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=9100965848836258625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9100965848836258625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/9100965848836258625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-its-best-not-to-do-when.html' title='THINGS IT&apos;S BEST NOT TO DO WHEN...'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-425891069957877878</id><published>2007-12-15T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:37:49.728Z</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S GOING WRONG!</title><content type='html'>I have just spent the past couple of hours very festively baking very yummy cinnamoney, treacley spiced biscuits &amp;amp; stained glass window tree decoration cookies - Yes I know my "Mum of the Year" trophy will be here shortly! So why is it that Alice (3 year old independent woman!) will only eat crappy Sainsburys 12 for 99p fairy cakes? My biscuits are really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-425891069957877878?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/425891069957877878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=425891069957877878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/425891069957877878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/425891069957877878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-going-wrong.html' title='WHAT&apos;S GOING WRONG!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-8400488143814640512</id><published>2007-12-11T08:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:03:59.472Z</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS DO'S ARE LIKE BUSES......</title><content type='html'>......you seem to stay in for ages then you get 3 do's in 1 week!&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the first, I went to Rowleys in Baslow with Dianne (my mother-in-law - sod Les Dawson we get on very well indeed!) to a Christmas Cookery Club demonstration. It was really good, we watched the chef (Rupert Rowley, head chef at Fischers in Baslow &amp;amp; partner in Rowleys Restaurant) prepare a festive menu, then we went upstairs to the restaurant and ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Egg nog&lt;/span&gt; (or lemonade for pregnant people!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot smoked salmon fillet on a potato pancake with white wine sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Ballontine of pheasant, partridge &amp;amp; pigeon with fondant potato &amp;amp; creamed cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry &amp;amp; caramelised chestnut Bakewell tart with Christmas pudding ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, mince pies &amp;amp; chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ery delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the meal upstairs on mixed tables, there were 6 on ours. Unfortunately headed by a Peak District toff, you know the type "I bought a new mobile phone so the wife bought a house in London, larf larf snort"! as though she's frivolously bought chocolate biscuits instead of plain! Oh yes, he was very rich and was right about everything. I am definitely having a boy - he's never wrong you know! Funny that, people have been sexing this baby for 4 months now &amp;amp; no one has actually said "I'm usually wrong about these things, but you're having a girl"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he made for amusing conversation and we had a good night all in all. Thank you to David (my father-in-law) who's treat it was.&lt;br /&gt;Next stop - girlie's night out on Thursday - we're off into town in the Briddon Party Bus!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-8400488143814640512?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/8400488143814640512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=8400488143814640512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8400488143814640512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/8400488143814640512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-dos-are-like-buses.html' title='CHRISTMAS DO&apos;S ARE LIKE BUSES......'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-96730687192341146</id><published>2007-12-03T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:08:42.711Z</updated><title type='text'>I'M HAVING A GOOD DAY</title><content type='html'>You know when everything is going your way, not major things, just little things - today is one of those days. I woke up feeling good this morning even thought it was 6:30 on a winters morning. Christian &amp;amp; I have swapped cars until I have the baby, although I love my little Peugeot 206, it is little &amp;amp; I can't get in &amp;amp; out of it too well at the moment - stomach:steering wheel problems! Christian was not looking forward to his 1st day of driving with his knees by his ears, so that was nice for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then whilst getting Alice dressed for school, I noticed her body was covered in spots - chicken pox at last - hooray! We've been wanting her to catch it for a while, just so it gets it out of the way for her whilst she's young - it can be nasty the later you catch it. She is very well though, in fact she's even more impish than usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Matalan, yes I know it's horrible - Christian says why pay to go to the zoo when you can go to Matalan for free!- but it's the only place that sell lovely soft sports type bras for my massive pregnant wabbers, 38DD so far - I thank you! Anyway I found a tenner on the floor, so I bought my 2 bras &amp;amp; still made £2 change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home literally seconds before a big rain storm, which drenched one of our neighbours! Oh what a good day - I wonder what's next.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-96730687192341146?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/96730687192341146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=96730687192341146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/96730687192341146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/96730687192341146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-having-good-day.html' title='I&apos;M HAVING A GOOD DAY'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673327893752064174.post-3539897187100821595</id><published>2007-11-21T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:32:58.509Z</updated><title type='text'>MY MOUTH ISN'T AS BIG AS IT USED TO BE</title><content type='html'>I've just had a mini panic - I nearly killed myself with a Jaffa Cake! Whilst surfing the net, I was eating Jaffa cakes (the joys of pregnancy means you can eat them a packet at a time without feeling bad!). I eat them whole, but I shovelled one in too far and it got stuck behind my top teeth! I couldn't swallow, close my mouth or breath for a good few seconds! I poked it with my finger and it broke up..... phew, panic over! And yes I did go on and finish the packet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673327893752064174-3539897187100821595?l=briddonbuns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/feeds/3539897187100821595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673327893752064174&amp;postID=3539897187100821595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3539897187100821595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673327893752064174/posts/default/3539897187100821595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briddonbuns.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-mouth-isnt-as-big-as-it-used-to-be.html' title='MY MOUTH ISN&apos;T AS BIG AS IT USED TO BE'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773084845178451761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/496380111_36d2812299_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
