Marie Cookpad

  I am an old fashioned girl and the things which bring me the most pleasure in life are simple things and ordinary pleasures. That goes for the way I choose to live my life, dress, keep my home and, most especially, with the things which bring me joy when it comes to food . . .  cooking and eating.   A simple rice pudding falls well within the realms of what brings me lots of pleasure . . .  simple, milky  . . . a nursery type of food.  Comfort food at its very best . . .   This version is a tad bit fancier than the usual in that it boasts a simple flapjack topping.  Now you North Americans might be a bit confused by that terminology.  We are not talking about pancakes here, but about a very British, very delicious oatmeal square/slice that is chewy, sticky and sweet with golden syrup.   Very moreish with a nice hot cuppa.  I have several recipes for them on here, which you can find here .  Scrumdiddlyumptious!  (To say t...

  I think I was rather fussy as a child.  I can remember a kid at school having Spam sandwiches and thinking they were gross. I would not even try them.  It was not something we ever had at home, although we did eat plenty of bologna, which is not that different.   Macaroni and cheese was also not something we had in our house, although my mother did treat us to the mix in the blue box on occasion, and we did love that.  It was considered a real treat. That blue box helped sustain me when I was at college!   I fell in love with real mac and cheese as an adult.  I also fell in love with REAL cheese, which was something else I wasn't fond of when I was growing up.  We only had processed cheese slices in our home or in the block.  Once a year (at Christmas) my mother would get some Cracker Barrel Cheese and that was considered a real treat.  We would have it with saltine crackers.  I wasn't too sure about it myself. It seemed kind of s...