It’s pretty ironic when you name your blog Always Make Thyme, and then neglect it for over a year due to lack of time, isn’t it? Life was somewhat less hectic when I set up this website a few years back, but since then a lot has changed making blogging a little more challenging to fit into my schedule. A break was well needed, but I’m pretty excited to finally be back.
The excitement as a child of getting out of bed on Easter Sunday and frantically hunting for chocolate eggs is an excitement that most will remember. My sister and I would run around the house looking for the eggs with our name on and then sit down to feast on a breakfast of chocolate. Easter is the one day of the year that it is totally okay to do this… although, I still try and get away with it most others! I use this blog as a great excuse for eating chocolate for breakfast these days. I mean it is essential that I re-taste that Salted Caramel Pie again from the night before isn’t it?
Around a year ago now I had a devastating discovery. For a while I had been suffering with very bad stomach pains and after being fobbed off by a few doctors telling me it was either IBS or a gluten intolerance, I decided to take measures into my own hands. See, I knew it was neither of these conditions, but I just couldn’t work out for the life of me what it actually was. After months and months of trying to work out what was causing my awful tummy pains, I finally got to the bottom of it. Coffee. My all time favourite drink, my saviour in the mornings and my best friend during a bad day had turned against me, and it hurt. It hurt a lot.
My mum is quite honestly the queen of desserts. If you want a good pudding then look no further than Mrs Tracey Clark. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think my mum is an all round good cook, but desserts are definitely her speciality. Key lime pie, her raspberry ice cream bomb and the famous black forest trifle are just a few of my favourites. I did consider making one of these as this years Mother’s Day recipe, but then I decided that they are best left to the expert. Instead I decided to create a new dessert that I knew my mum would love.
Pancake day… what an amazing day of the year. A day when you can eat ridiculous amounts of pancakes and not get judged. A day when it is perfectly acceptable to have dessert for dinner and then even more dessert for dessert. A day where it is more than okay to consume a whole jar of Nutella alone, leaving us all wondering… why can’t every day be pancake day? What a beautiful world that would be…