Gluten free chocolate hedgehog slice


220g gluten free sweet biscuits, crushed (I used Freelicious tea biscuits)

130g butter

1 tablespoon cocoa

1/2 cup caster sugar

1 egg

1 tablespoon condensed milk

1/2 cup of dessicated coconut



Melt the butter over low heat, then mix in the cocoa. Remove from heat.

Add sugar, and mix until dissolved.

Stir in the egg, but be sure to wait until your mixture has cooled down a little bit, otherwise your egg will scramble!

Add condensed milk, dessicated coconut, and crushed biscuits, and mix well.

Press the whole shebang into a greased tray, and put it in the fridge to set.


Gluten free beetroot and chocolate cake

I’ll do anything to get Elspeth to eat a vegetable. Including cooking one into a chocolate cake! It works; she loves it! A word of warning though: in true gluten free style, it is rather crumbly. Worth the mess, though, it’s delicious.

Gluten free beetroot and chocolate cake


100g cocoa

230g gluten free self-raising flour

200g caster sugar

100g dark cooking chocolate, in pieces

125g butter

250g cooked beetroot (steamed or boiled), grated

3 eggs


Pre-heat oven to 180 degrees Celsius. Grease a cake tin.

Mix flour, cocoa, and sugar together in a large bowl.

Melt butter and chocolate together – either in the microwave, or in a bowl suspended over a saucepan of hot water.

Add beetroot and eggs to the butter and chocolate, and mix well.

Then add that all to the dry ingredients, and mix well.

Pour into cake tin and cook for 50 minutes. Leave in tin to cool for 10 minutes.

Nom! Possibly with cream.

Nom, with cream!

Turn me into a teapot!

There are days when every little thing seems irritating. Days when, however irrational you know it to be, it just feels like the world is against you. Days when demands are made upon you and your time that you would rather not fulfil.

Today has been one of those days.

Nothing major has happened, there has been no catastrophe, and nothing really out of the ordinary. But Elspeth has been cranky and tired, she has deliberately misbehaved, and every tiny incident has played upon my nerves.

I’m now convinced that she’s not getting enough sleep. It is difficult to get her to nap in the proper bed, so she’s probably got a sleep debt dating back to the abolition of the cot. She has gone to bed very early tonight, and I hope that will help and make things a bit better tomorrow.

And so I beg of the world, just turn me into a teapot. All I desire is to be filled with tea! And possibly chocolate.