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Creamy Butternut Squash Gnocchi with Rocket & Amaretti Crumble

There are some dishes that instantly feel like a hug in a bowl, and this one definitely makes that list. I first discovered it through Jamie Oliver, and it’s become one of my go-to comfort meals... especially when I want something cosy without spending hours in the kitchen. Soft, pillowy gnocchi, a velvety squash sauce, and a surprising crunch from crushed amaretti biscuits… trust me, it just works.  Ingredients: 300–350g prepared butternut squash, peeled and diced 3 tbsp water 3 tbsp double cream Freshly grated nutmeg (just a pinch) Salt & black pepper 1 tsp olive oil (plus 1 tsp extra for the rocket) 15g butter 1 small onion, finely diced 1 garlic clove, crushed 500g fresh gnocchi 30g grated parmesan 2 amaretti biscuits, crumbled A couple of handfuls of rocket leaves Juice of ½ lemon Method: Cook the Squash: Place the diced squash into a microwave-safe bowl with 3 tablespoons of water. Cover tightly with cling film and pierce once to release steam. Microwave on high for 12–15...

If You Know, You Know: Living with Scanziety

If you know, you know. The blood tests, the scans, the quiet moments in the waiting room. The deep breath before the needle or the scan, the forced smile at the technician, the casual small talk that feels anything but casual. The sound of your name being called, the shuffle of papers, the cool touch of the examination table. And then… waiting. Waiting for the call. The email. The portal update. Refreshing the page like it changes anything. Telling yourself not to overthink, but your mind runs through every possibility anyway. Trying to stay busy, but the thoughts sneak in between tasks, creeping in like an uninvited guest. This is scanziety… It’s the fear of the unknown, which keeps building from the moment I get the letter about my annual screening. The what-ifs that stir at 2 AM when the world is quiet but your mind is loud. It’s the mental tug-of-war between optimism and dread, between hoping for good news and preparing for the worst. It’s the exhausting cycle of reminding yourself...