Ridiculously Simple Toblerone Brownies

As regular readers of the blog will know, when it comes to anything involving chocolate, especially if it happens to be brownies, I’m more than a little obsessive. This week however, I committed a bit of a faux pas and forgot to buy cake when my mummy friends were coming over. As I hadn’t planned to bake I began a bit of an invention test with what we happened to have in the cupboard. These brownies were the result and as according to the girls and the other half they were my best ones yet I thought I’d better share


10 oz Toblerone (7 oz for melting, 3 oz for breaking up)
4 oz butter
8 oz caster sugar
2 large eggs
A couple of drops of vanilla essence
5 0z plain flour


  1. Preheat oven to 180 degrees Celsius.image
  2. Break 7 oz of Toblerone into small chunks and melt with 4 oz butter. (I do this in a bowl over hot water, but if you are careful and do it in small increments to avoid burning the chocolate you can also do it in the microwave).
  3. Once melted stir in 8oz of caster sugar evenly. (At this point because of the nougat in the Toblerone the mixture will look much thicker than you would usually expect.)image
  4. Beat two large eggs and stir into the mixture alongside a couple of drops of vanilla essence.
  5. Stir in 5 oz of plain flour (no need to sieve).
  6. Place the mixture into a square cake tin and spread out evenly.image
  7. Break the remainder of the Toblerone into small chunks and press lightly into the top of the mixture at even intervals.
  8. Bake in the oven for approximately 20 minutes depending on how gooey you like your brownies.image

P.S. Remember if you overcook, pop into the microwave for 20 seconds before serving to restore their lovely gooey texture.

Walk My Walk

Dear Random Stranger,

Thank you so much for your advice today. It was so kind of you to stop me in the carpark as I was juggling child, baby and bags. Number One was anxious, we were running late.

She doesn’t like to be late, and by late I mean that anything less than ten minutes early simply isn’t acceptable. I know her jacket was open, I know it was cold. I know a good mum, would have stopped, checked, waited until she fastened it. Sometimes I need to pick my battles. Sometimes I can’t fight them all.

Thank you also for checking when we went on holiday that she eats something other than pizza. Thank you for offering to get her some vegetables. Thank you for suggesting I widen her diet.

A good mum wouldn’t let her child eat pizza every day for a week. Pizza day is Friday. Good mums would only allow pizza once a week. Sometimes I need to prioritise. New places are hard. Busy places are hard. Sometimes I need to realise it’s costing her a lot just to be in the room, sometimes I need to give a little, bend a little, allow things I might not otherwise do.

It was so kind of you to tell me that it wasn’t safe to put Number Two in his car seat in the front of my car. It was raining, the children were cold as we stood outside the car whilst you gave us your statistics. But I understand it was important for you to share this information.

A good mum wouldn’t allow it, even if she did have her air bag disabled. A good mum would put him in the back. A good mum would want him to be safe. I know that. Right now his reflux is bad. On some days that means he chokes on the acid coming up from his mouth. It scares him. I want him next to me so I can reassure him he’ll be ok. I want him next to me so I can concentrate on my driving. I want him next to me so we all arrive safely to our destination.

Thank you also so much for your concern at the park that I was checking my phone whilst my baby was looking for my attention. A good mum wouldn’t do that. A good mum would be looking at her baby, enjoying his smile.

Some days I check my phone too much, some days I look at my laptop while my baby is awake. I do it not because I want less time with him but because I  want more. I do it because I’m trying to work from home. I don’t want him to spend his time with strangers, I want to be by his side. I want to find a way of being with him as long as I can. I want to be able to collect his sister from school. I want to be the one to hear his first word.

So dear stranger, before you judge please stand awhile and think. Do I know this family? Do I know their path? Have I walked their walk, have I worn their shoes?

Please, for me, stand stand awhile and think, is this just a mum doing her best, albeit in a way which doesn’t quite fit.

I hope you do, I hope you will. I’m human you know and so are you.

Love Always

Mummy Times Two

The Pramshed
Quite Frankly She Said Sunday Best
Dear Bear and Beany

Kindness Matters

As I sit here today questioning the kind of world I want my children to grow up in, and ultimately the kind of world I would like my grandchildren to inherit, there for me is one thing that is more important than anything else. I want them to live in a world where kindness matters.

I want my children to grow up in a world which accepts difference, encourages tolerance and promotes belonging.

I don’t want them to live in a world full of fear, violence or hate.

I want my children to welcome their friends but also to welcome strangers. I want them to treat others as they would like to be treated.

I don’t want them to walk down the street fearful that they will be persecuted for their views, whatever those views may end up being.

I want my children to be free to be religious, or not to be religious, I want them to be free to get married or not to get married, I want them to be free to choose the kind of life they want to lead.

I don’t want them to ever have to hide who they truly are.

I want them to be equal, to have rights, to be able to speak freely no matter who they are or who they choose to be.

I don’t want them ever to be in a position where who they are is dictated by someone else.

I want my children to be able to love who they want to love, travel where they want to travel, make friends without preconceptions.

I don’t want them to live in a world where the media tells us who is good and who is not, where their decisions are made for them before they are old enough to form an opinion.

I want my children to be people who care about others. I want them to be surrounded by people who care about others. I want them to live in a world that cares about others.

I’m sure you want the same thing too. So really we’re not that different me and you x

You Baby Me Mummy
Mummy Times Two

Dear Reflux…

Dear Reflux,

Did I ever tell you that I hate you? I hate that every day you hurt my baby. I hate that it took us so long to spot you. I hate that even now we know it’s you, you still control our lives.

Before I met you, I thought that breastfeeding was easy. I’d sailed through it with Number One. This was one part of motherhood I knew how to do. You stole that from me, you made feed times into a battleground, something to be stressed about not something to enjoy. You showed me what it was like to hear your baby screaming from hunger but not wanting to eat. You made me feel a failure. This was my baby. I should be able to feed him. I didn’t know what I was doing wrong.

Before I met you, I thought I understood my friends and family. I was wrong. You showed me there are some people who get it and some who don’t. There are some who don’t understand that my baby won’t lie on the floor because the acid burns his throat, others who are angry I won’t leave him with them because I know he’ll choke on the milk they are able to give. Yes you have forged friendships that will last a lifetime, shown me the people I can count on no matter what. But the price has been too high, for my baby, for me, for those we have lost.

Before I met you I though I understood what it was to be a mother. I had this. This was my much wanted, long awaited second baby. I was going to enjoy every single moment. Instead, I learn each day just how much pain my precious boy can tolerate. I watch him arch his back and scream, I watch him try to so hard to fall back asleep before you creep up on him, I watch him struggle and choke as we try him on new foods. And I am angry.

I am angry at what you have stolen from us. My son is the most amazing gift I have ever been given. He does not deserve you. We do not deserve you. I wish you would go, and if you will not go, I wish you would give me the pain instead. I wish you would leave my baby alone.

Yours truly,


(If you’re wondering how we’re feeling two months on why not check out Dearest Reflux our latest reflux post)