Detox yourself in the most delicious way with simple, beautiful beetroot & cashew falafels…

I love cake. Like seriously love it. I love soft, squidgy, fudgy, damp crumb on my plate and inch-thick, sweet, buttery frosting on my fork.

I also love ice-cream. I love melty spoonfuls of creaminess with fat chunks of brownie, chocolate, nuts, cookie…well, you get the dangerously-close-t0-diabetes-if-I-don’t-exercise-a-little-self-control picture.

Then there’s cheese. Bread. And let’s not even go down the slippery wine lined slope, you know, the one with the chocolate pit stop on the way…?

Anyone else out there feel like a split personality when it comes to food? Because as well as all of those things, I also really love avocado and spinach and chickpeas and kale and bulgar and salmon and goji berries and almonds (yes, even the non-chocolate covered kind) and all the things that we’re told day after day are good for us. So what’s a girl to do?

Everything in moderation people, everything in moderation which is why, if you’re anything like me and aim high for goodness while sometimes low and falling hard and fast into a plate of pumpkin doughnuts or the latest Honest Burgers incantation, this recipe for beetroot falafels from the Detox Kitchen is exactly what you need.

Plus, on a day like today when there’s nothing but an ocean of grey outside as far as the eye can see, these vibrant, Middle Eastern sunset hued balls of sesame seed studded goodness from the Detox Kitchen Bible are just the thing to bring a little sunshine to your plate…

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Getting our Italian groove on with Ms. Paltrow and Mr. Oliver…

Which celebrities are at your dream dinner party? Yes, I know it’s a game as old as time and right up there with such classics as Desert Island Foods (bread, cheese, wine, chocolate, avocados) and who your Would-But-Shouldn’t is (Michael Bolton pre AND post haircut, he just makes it work) and I’m not saying your choices have to be final and committed to and laminated a la Ross Geller but indulge me and play along…

Gwyneth and Jamie might not be sat at your table in your dream scenario but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t turn your nose up at them catering your soiree. Now before you scoff and tell me that Jamie would be welcome in the kitchen but dinner from Ms. Macrobiotic sounds as much fun as a colonoscopy, let me just say this in her defense…

…ready?

Best. Brownies. Ever.

I’m not even joking – her recipe for dark and chocolatey, fudgy and oh-so-gently-coffee-laced brownies creates something that is insanely, ridiculously delicious and will have those you give them to weeping at your feet for the recipe.

And again before the scoffing starts, yes, there are unusual ingredients that you might not use all the time in her recipes but I’ve found every single one at my local supermarket and so could you. Anyway, this is not an ode to Gwyneth although I absolutely could write that because I adore her All-American-wholesome-and-glowing-with-healthiness-aura; this is me saying give the woman a chance when it comes to her cooking. You might not agree with the naming of your children after fruit and I won’t deny that she can sometimes speak before thinking but I promise you, the woman knows how to make food that is good for you and tastes wonderful. And so onto today’s kitchen experimenting…Jamie’s home-made pasta with Gwynnie’s dazzlingly fresh and light lemon Parmesan pasta.

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A carby cure for too much Godzilla, karaoke and sambuca…

Welcome to a teeny-tiny-but-perfectly-formed-none-the-less post.

Seriously. It’s under 200 words. I deserve a medal, or at least a certificate…I may actually go and knock one up Geller style on the laptop…

This weekend has been full of firsts and included a pretty fabulous birthday celebration – 3 hours of IMAX 3d ‘Godzilla’ followed by 3 hours of Sambuca shots and Lucky Voice Karaoke. Yep, just a quiet, intimate little celebration that meant this morning got off to a slightly slower than normal speed.

Mrs. Doubtfire. Pyjamas. Epic breakfast sandwiches.

I’m talking crispy bacon medallions, perfect creamy avocado, gooey poached egg and golden seed-scattered bread with a generous dousing of ketchup and a large mug of tea to wash it down with.

Haute cuisine this is not. Satisfying and moreish this is. I’m not going to pretend this is difficult to make or that you can’t adapt it because you absolutely can although I risk being really annoying here when I say it’s pretty close to perfect as is but whatever dear readers, knock yourself out by swapping red for brown sauce or throwing a sausage in there as well to sit atop it’s porky bacon mate; this is nothing more than a simple little post celebrating a breakfast of champions.

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It’s amazing how much more human you feel after loading yourself up with delicious comfort food and watching Robin Williams shake it with a vacuum…