Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Vegetarian Fajita Recipe

I've always been a fan of anything quick and easy to cook and fajitas are just the thing when you come in from work tired and want to make a quick but nutritious meal for the family.

When I saw Santa Maria (formally Discovery Foods) at Britmums Live I rushed over to get myself a fajita kit and of course to try the salsa, which by the way was delicious in mild, medium and hot (one has to try them all!).  With my fajita kit in hand I was more than willing to take on their challenge to tell them how we eat our fajitas at home. 

With little bellies roaring (and one not so little belly) last weekend I decided that it was fajita time.  I grabbed my kit and went into my totally upside down kitchen, I'm decorating and have moved everything in there, but that's a story for another day.  It took about 20minutes from start to finish to have the meal plated and ready to eat.  Although we do like to mix it up and try different ingredients, here is how we ate our fajitas.

6-8 Wraps


1 medium onion
1 sweet pepper
1 80g tin of sweetcorn
1 plantain (a sweet fruit from the banana family)
350g Quorn
Coconut Oil
Santa Maria Fajita Seasoning Mix - Medium
Santa Maria Plain Flour Soft Tortillas
Spinach or salad of your choice


1. Chop onions, sweet pepper and plantain and set aside.

2. In a bowl add a generous amount of coconut oil (approximately 1 1/2 heaped tablespoons) to the Quorn and mix.

3. Stir in the Fajita Seasoning Mix (I was tempted to add extra seasoning here but trust me there is no need, the flavour is delicious).

4. Saute the onions and peppers in a little coconut oil until golden.

5. Add the Quorn, sweetcorn and plantain to the onion and pepper mixture and fry for around 10 minutes.

6. Cover and leave on a low heat for 5 minutes.

7. Heat fajitas in the oven or microwave according to the instructions on the pack (should only take a few seconds to heat).

8.  Place your mixture into your fajita add chopped spinach (or salad of your choice) and that's a wrap.

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

5 Ways to Get Yourself a Date

You've been single for a while and it's time to get back into the dating game?  Well  I'm going to give you some tips on how to get a date without walking around half naked or going on a dating site (I have a dating site profile or two, I'm not judging you).  These tips are simple and based on events that have actually happened (go me getting asked on dates.)

So here goes...

Tip number 1 - Get out of bed and out of the house.

Seriously, I'm not sure who we think we are but some of us women think we are entitled to have a man fall from the sky and straight into our beds laps lives.  Get up early (do the school run if you have to) and go to your nearest coffee shop.  Smile at the attractive man that happens to be waiting for his coffee before heading off for work and watch the magic happen.  Do however start to worry if he manages to follow your moving car on foot and cuts you off at the pedestrian crossing just to get your number (yes this happened.)

Tip number 2 - When you make the effort to go to the gym, go hard then go home.

The regular gym goers will recognise you as someone who is dedicated to getting fit, even if you do have to wear 2 tops to cover your mum tum and spend 10 minutes figuring out how to use the machine before actually beginning your exercise.  You will soon find that a helpful regular will come up to you with the pretence of showing you how the equipment works before going on to tell you how he's "Noticed you and thinks you are beautiful," chaa ching date number two in the gym bag.

Tip number 3 - Stop for that good looking charity fundraiser.

You already give to charity regularly or may not be feeling very charitable but after a bit of small talk and politely declining, said charity worker will have spent enough time with you to notice you brushed your hair (and teeth) and actually you scrub up pretty good.  He will ask you a few more questions completely un-related to charity, all you have to do is answer with a knowing glint in your eye and wait for it... you have an incoming donation of his number scribbled on a charity leaflet.  (Of course you are then free to use said leaflet and actually give to charity)

Tip number 4 - Attend a course.

Learning something new is always a good thing and going on courses is a great way of meeting new people.  It is the course leaders job to make sure everyone gets to know each other a little better so that the course runs smoothly.  If you arrive just on time and position yourself near enough to anyone who has caught your fancy when you are asked to work in groups, hey presto.  Make time for after course drinks and accept the offer to have your drink bought for you (even if you're only having a juice), conversations will start to flow and this is where you can let the world (or at least the people you're sitting with) know how amazing you are with your winning smile and quick wit.  "We should do this again."  Will soon become an all too familiar phrase in your list of worst chat up lines.

Tip number 5 - Always dress to impress.

You don't have to impress anyone but yourself so if your oversize jumper and tracksuit bottoms do it for you then by all means go with it, after all any man that ends up with you will eventually see you in all your dribbled face, bed hair glory, however confidence is key.  Wear that jumper as though you are Queen Makeda and attract yourself a King Solomon.  

And if all else fails, take yourself on a date, you're worth it.  If you are anything like me you will be asked on all these dates and turn up to none of them!  

This post though based on true events is meant to be humorous.  Yes these things happened to me but by accident rather than by plan, live your life have fun, be yourself and the dates will come (fingers crossed).  Oh and of course don't forget to take your vitamins,  they give you a glow or at least they seem to do the job for me.

I was sent a supply of vitamins which my daughter has been taking, I also take vitamins on a daily basis and recommend them as part of a healthy diet.  All of the opinions in this post are my own and the last sentence was written for the purpose of sponsored advertising.

Saturday, 20 June 2015

BritMums Live Made Me Broody... Sort Of

When you go away for a night in London for a blogging conference, there are many things that you expect to gain but for me I got something I didn't expect.  I got the realisation that my adamant statements that I would never put myself through having another child were merely statements based on my present situation and fear, rather than statements of fact.  

My niece is much to blame!

The truth is I love being a mother and I loved being a mother to a newborn.  I loved the feel of their soft skin and that beautiful baby smell they had.  I loved holding my babies close as they fed from my milk swollen breasts.  I loved looking down at them and touching their hands wondering how their personalities would develop, would my daughter be a leader? Would she be bold and brave? Or would she nibble her lower lip like I do when asked to speak in public?  Would my son be loving and cheeky? Would he grow tall and tower above me? Would he kiss me on the head as he left the house to see friends?  I loved changing them into new baby grows, capturing the first time they wore each one with my camera and my heart.  I loved counting their toes and singing them songs as I gently rocked them to sleep in my arms.  I loved watching them sleep, imagining their dreams and pondering their every smile or frown.

The fact is I loved being a mother to a newborn, but I have long placed the fear above the love.  I fear having to buy a pregnancy test and feel like the world is staring at me wondering if I'm about to find out good news or bad.  I fear looking for those two little lines that can mean your life changes forever.  I fear having to tell the father.  I fear having to raise another child alone and more than all of these fears, I fear waiting.  

Waiting for 12 weeks when you are said to have reached that 'safe' stage and you have your first glimpse of your unborn child.  Waiting for the doctors to give me an appointment to have a cervical stitch to hold my baby in, as my body has proven incapable of doing that alone.  Waiting for the days after the stitch has been put in to see if I develop an infection, or the stitch ruptures.  Waiting until I reach 22 weeks so if my baby is born prematurely he/she still has some chance, be it only a tiny one, of survival.  Waiting until the stitch is removed.  Waiting until I go into labour.  Waiting until I hear that first cry and my baby is delivered safely into my arms.  Waiting until I see their tiny chest rise and fall before I can drift off to sleep.  Waiting until I stop fearing that I will somehow lose them.

I'm not like other mothers, I don't love being pregnant in fact I may even go so far as to say I hate it.  I hated falling in love with a child that I wasn't sure I'd get to raise.  I hated the feeling of excitement I got at those first flutters and the thud of that first kick, just in case they were to be the only time my baby would ever move.  I hated the joy that rose within me as I watched the screen during the scans, as they wriggled around and gave me the pleasure of hearing their heartbeats, just in case that would be the last time.  I hated going to bed at night unable to sleep, unable to hold in the tears that fear delivered as I held my hand against my bump.  I hated going into labour and knowing that at any minute I would meet the little person that I had already grown to love, just in case that hospital room was the last place I would ever see them.

I hated waiting. I hated pregnancy.

But loved being a mother to a newborn.

Sunday, 14 June 2015

I Know I Left This Late BUT...

I'm going to Britmums Live again this year.  I have my glad rags, or at least I hope I will have them by Wednesday/Thursday as I left it a bit late looking for clothing (fingers crossed I won't look like I've scraped together my look at the last minute.)  I will be staying at the Mountcalm with my sister and ever so lovely bubba niece because this is totally like a holiday for us.  Look out for me, I might be the one doing cartwheels on the cobbles or working out the best way to handstand in a dress without showing the world my buns.

This is the outfit you would have seen me in had I not decided to get rid of it!

I've been a busy lady recently with the kids, work, the gym, a spot of hair modelling and working on my hair and health channel and I've been loving every minute of it.  Keeping busy helps to keep the D word at bay and for that I'm truly grateful as life and circumstance sometimes have the skill of bringing you down into the gutter and trying to keep you there.  Not to give that subject too much of my time, back to the subject of hair modelling.

My own little snap taken at home on my mobile after the shoot

Kel B in conjunction with Natural Hair Daily held photo shoots in London for a lucky selection of black or mixed race women with natural hair.  I had lots of fun on the day taking snaps and even featured in a hair street style gallery on essencemag.com since doing it I have gained more confidence to build on my hair and health facebook page by starting my very own Youtube channel, go me!

I'd love it if you can check out my channel and show me some love on my very first video and if you spot me at BritMums Live do come and say hello, I might look like I'll bite but that's my nervous face! x

Thursday, 11 June 2015

Fathers Day (fragile little minds)

MummaG and little man are in the car driving, they have just left the nursery and are heading to pick up the Teen Princess.

"Mummy, you have a voice like me."

"Yes son."

"But your voice is a girls voice and mine is a boys voice."

"Yes son."

"My sister has a voice like me, but hers is a girls voice and mine is a boys voice."

"Yes Son," muttered mummy more interested in making sure she didn't crash at the upcoming roundabout.

"All my aunties have voices like me but they have girl voices and I have a boys voice."

"Yes son."

"My daddy has a voice like me and his is a boys voice like mine, but my daddy hates me."

Mummy suddenly engages in the conversation, the road has lost her attention and she pauses for what seems like an age before responding,

"Your daddy doesn't hate you son, he just doesn't know you."

"I know him."

"No you don't son, you've only met him once."

"He used to know me but he doesn't want to know me anymore."

Mummy has run out of reassuring words, "Why so much talk about your daddy all of a sudden?"

"I like talking about my daddy."

"Ok son."

Little man hears the car radio in the background, "I like this song mummy."

Mummy relieved at the change of conversation replies, "So do I son."

Fragile little minds.

Saturday, 6 June 2015

Half Term Fun May 2015

Due to having no working laptop over the half term I didn't get a chance to post about all the outdoor fun the children and I were having.  It was a really busy week but packed with fun and laughter, I hope every school holiday can be just as fun if not more.

Here are are few pics of the places we visited, enjoy...

If mummy can jump...

I can too!

Fun in the splash pool at Wimbledon Park

Chest pieces almost as big as him at Groombridge Place Gardens

More Water Play at Southend-on-Sea
Some animal loving at Deen City Farm

My baby is growing up!
"Now how do I throw a pebble again?"

Running free at Lloyd Park in Croydon

Country Kids from Coombe Mill Family Farm Holidays Cornwall 

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

I Got A Big Gut And I Cannot Lie!

If you are opposed to fitness post or huge displays of narcissism look away NOW.

Since November last year I decided it was time for me to shape up and get rid of as much of my growing gut as is humanly possible.  There have been many ups and downs (the scale has given me numbers that I could hardly look at let alone share).  Some weeks there was too little exercise, some there was too much and most there was cake! Nevertheless I have at least managed to get on the road to a body I can be proud of, my daughter even called me skinny the other day and if you know teenagers the way I know mine, you will know that everyone is fat, unless they are a celebrity and in that case even if they are fat they are allowed to be!

After my daughter I was able to lose weight quickly, I was only 18 so being young I had that advantage.  Even though I had a little tum it was nothing like my body after the birth of my son.  Little man was delivered by c-section weighing a whopping 9lb 11oz, that may not seem bad to some but my tiny 5"2 frame had ballooned to a size that can only be described as a smallholding for a mini human.  

Not only was I a lot older (30) but I now had the disadvantage of having been stretched bigger than I thought possible.  Fast forward to my fitness journey...


These were taken shortly after I started training in November 2014


These were taken today

My body is far from perfect, I would pay for a nip and tuck if I had the money, but it is improving and I am proud of myself for not giving up and trying to get in shape through exercise and healthy eating (except the cake!)  and with my clothes on I look great if I do say so myself, toot toot!

Sim's Life

I Like Milk, Do You?

After meeting the team at Britmums Live last year I wrote about A2 milk.  This year they sent me this...

Of course I was disgusted, how dare they send me photos of a half naked, tattooed man, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and some rugby boots and pouring milk down his fine well cut V shaped torso.  Of course I did not want to accept their invitation to drink milk off with Danny Cipriani.

Despite being very turned on off by the photo I decided that the important thing here was the opportunity to again hear about the benefits of A2 milk from the experts (nutritionist Melanie Bulger was on hand to give us the information we needed and to ask Danny how he overcame his issues with cows milk), after all A2 milk was the first step in getting my little man back onto cows milk.

The morning started off badly for me, I left my phone with the address on it at home and was afraid I would miss out on the opportunity, I had to go in a phone shop in Victoria and beg to use their technology to access my email.  Thankfully that worked and I arrived on time at the cutest little café, The SAID café in Soho.

Much to my relief disappointment on arrival Danny was there to great us, fully clothed, with an offering of hot chocolate. 

We received some great information about the difference in cows and why the protein in A2 cows is easier on our digestive system and the Q&A brought up many more possibilities of how A2 cows could, after research, benefit us in the future (A2 cheese, A2 meat).  I was completely ready to switch back to A2 Milk and little man has been drinking it ever since.

For more information about A2 milk and to find out how it can benefit your family and get you back to milk I suggest visiting their website.  Better yet follow them on twitter where I'm sure you will find more photos of their brand Ambassador England rugby star Danny Cipriani.

I attend this event for free and received a goody bag, all opinions are my own.
I am aware of the recent media reports surrounding Danny Cipriani's resent arrest and as he hasn't been charged with anything would much rather stare at his well toned body than pre judge his current situation.