Mother, recipe writer, blogger, presenter and was runner up in the 2011 Great British Bake Off
Holly Bell grew up in Leicestershire, the daughter of two police officers. She trained to be a midwife for a year, delivering 10 babies in the process, dropped out to study English at Liverpool University and then spent her twenties working in advertising and living in London. In her late twenties she went home for Christmas, met a man, he proposed 9 days later and her career as a housewife and mother was born. In 2011 she took part in the Great British Bake Off and finished as a runner up.
Since then she juggles looking after two small boys with presenting on QVC, writing recipes and blogging. Another baby is due later this summer.
Merry back to normal! We're here, we made it! December is done. The tree's down, the cards recycled and the kitchen raided of all sprouts, stilton and stollen. I love Christmas; love, love, love it, but, I do like getting back to normal just as much.
How are the resolutions going? This year I decided to absolutely not make any new year's resolutions. I've made many in my time and have found, after a good few years of research, that they are more often than not, pointless.
Every so often I make a recipe and pop a pic up on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram and despite me thinking it looks a bit of a mess, people seem to like the sound of it. And it was nice, this sweet potato and mushroom curry.
This is a low refined sugar bar packed full of oats, a little like a flapjack, with a totally tropical taste. A great way to start the day without lots of unnecessary added refined sugar. These freeze well too, so make a batch, store away in your freezer and defrost one overnight ready for breakfast at home or on the go.
We're set for a heat wave. Did you hear? It starts tomorrow. Let's eat outside and what's more, get the kids making the food. Put that Prittstick away! These three recipes provide lots of short term concentration span activities.
Summer's on the way and it's time to make the most of our beautiful strawberries. I'm not going to suggest you serve them with black pepper. I'm not going to suggest you drizzle them in balsamic. I'm just not in approval of going in that direction...
I've been meaning to put all my weaning recipes in one place, but, well I've been busy weaning. Lawrence is now nine months old and eats pretty much what we eat. I have been asked many times since he was born whether I follow baby led weaning or the purée method and quite honestly I've mostly been avoiding the question. It's just so political.
These meatballs are easy, they're low carb, they're delightfully crunchy and they contain chorizo which makes them mighty moreish. My sons love them. I love them. Beware the pinkish colour of the inside of the balls post baking - that's just the chorizo. They're not raw I promise. Enjoy.
There's nothing I hate more than a January diet. Apart from dry January bores. For I am a January baby, forever condemned to live out my days attending birthday celebrations where friends toast me with an orange juice. So, in the spirit of ignoring any abstinence I offer you these sunshine granola breakfast muffins.
I have never ever hankered after a daughter. Obviously if one had appeared then I'd have loved her and been very happy indeed. But one never did. And I now find myself in the curious position of being a mother of three sons, still under 35 and yet about to sell all the unisex baby bits on eBay. I'm getting rid of everything.
This year when given a cider-y amount of apples I found myself hankering after baked goods to squirrel away rather than chutney. I don't know why. I think I might be spoiling for something. My freezer is my preserving jar this Autumn. Full to the brim with these cupcakes.
The teenage girl next to me sat reading a classic novel, earphones in, occasionally rolling her eyes. I'm not sure whether to be impressed at their joie de vivre or appalled as she was. The only answer to the trauma of this very long journey of being terrorised by inebriated middle aged men was to make a batch of these brownies just as soon as I got home.
I fell off the wagon. Thump, spectacularly to the ground. I was so very nearly there. Just 1.5 stone to go in my five stone battle of the bulge. It started with just one night off and ended in a weekend of gluttony. Here's how I regained 6lb in just three days...
Just back to school and already I'm thinking about the opportunity for wearing thick woollen jumpers, drinking soup and preparing a feast for Bonfire night. There are a few things that must be done on Bonfire night.
If you have any tips for getting through the last leg of baby weight loss send them my way. In the meantime I give you beetroot and onion relish. This is delicious with cheese and crackers. Or on cheese on toast. Or in sandwiches. At the moment I am enjoying a teaspoon with a chunk of cheese whenever the hunger makes me want to gnaw at my chunk of a baby's thighs.
Cream the butter and sugar for four minutes in a stand mixer using the flat beater starting low speed and working up, or six minutes with a handheld electric mixer or about 8 - 10 minutes with a wooden spoon. The mixture will be lighter in colour than when you started and very creamy...
I'm not a Mum who treats sugar as the devil. I have a very sensible (well I think so) theory that by saying something's off limits you create all kinds of both negative and exciting connotations. Dieting, giving up smoking, stopping dating unsuitable men... by saying it's off limits all of a sudden we all want it more. So this recipe is a welcome surprise.
If I see one more creme egg brownie picture in my facebook feed I'll scream. It's time to break out, try something new. I know they're good, I know. But a change is as good as a rest. And these babies are a little less guilt inducing. They've got oats in them for goodness sake. Slow release carbs combined with an Eastery sugar fix.
14/03/2014 17:07 GMT
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