Jamie Oliver’s Fajitas!

A lot of folk are snobby about Jamie and I’ve never really understood why! His meals are delicious, nutritious, within a reasonable budget and usually something my girls will eat! What’s not to love?! This is a family favourite, takes 20 mins to prepare and cook and pretty healthy! Winner!

Thinly slice 6 x chicken breasts, 1 x red pepper and 1 x red onion – Add to a bowl with smoked paprika and Ground cumin to taste ( I use at least a tablespoon of paprika but much less cumin ) , the juice of 1 x lime and olive oil – Fry together in a large frying pan for approx 10-15 mins, until the chicken is cooked – Serve with warm tortilla wraps and anything else you wish! I serve sour cream, guacamole and grated cheese.

I make my own guacamole as its cheaper and nicer! In mine I just fork mash 1 x avacado, 1 x chopped tomato, 2 x garlic cloves, lemon juice and salt and pepper! Easy!

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My Main Coping Mechanisms….

I absolutely LOVE being a Mum, and honestly do like my children! I know how lucky I am to have them and am also fortunate enough to be able to work flexibly around them, I have a supportive husband and a great friendship network…living the dream eh?! But MY GOD IT’S HARD WORK! And over the years I have become ok with admitting that to myself! I used to feel that it must make me a terrible mother to think that but now I’m more realistic about it. I also think there has been a shift in society that has helped, in the wave of Mummy blogging, its becoming more acceptable to be the frazzled Mum with her unwashed hair scraped back and weetabix stuck to her shoulder, forgetting homework projects and drinking gin midweek! It’s ok not to be perfect…these are just a few of the habits I have adopted over the years to help maintain my sanity and keep my identity…

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Growing up and schooling…

I don’t think there has been anything that has taken me back to my own childhood more, than standing in a playground, nervously looking around at all the other children and parents waiting for the gate to open on Esme’s first day of primary school.

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Number Two…and 3!

PMA! is the mantra I used to repeat to myself in the early stages of my second pregnancy, and inevitably my third, I tried so desperately hard to convince my constantly nauseated self, that, if I concentrated hard enough, I might be able to make the sickness go away.

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