Baker Day (marshmallow-popcorn balls)

I’ve ‘copped out’ of Baker Day three years in row. By copped out, I mean that rather than taking the time and effort to put something together I’ve simply purchased 50 packets of crisps and sent them along to school on the day. Genius right? Right!

No really, its a great option. But, with this year being our last year at the beautiful school we’ve been at, we wanted to do something a little different. This year called for a little more effort and a lot of sugar.

If you have followed our journey on various other platforms, you will know that we switched to real food just over a year ago. The change has made the biggest difference to us all and it’s something we continue to enjoy. Making these changes at home was the easy part, deciding how we were going to handle everything outside of home was slightly more challenging.

At first I tried to provide replacements for any treats my girls might be offered outside of home, which was exhausting and frustrating. I couldn’t keep up which led to me feeling as though everything I was working so hard on at home was being undone on a weekly basis. Because of the challenges I have experienced with food, I am also very aware of the psychological connotations that can go along with it. Food is to be enjoyed, it is a massive part of our social life and I never want my girls to feel as though that part of their life is being compromised because of how we choose to eat. I wanted my girls to feel proud of what they were presenting, not that they can’t be proud of the healthier options… I just think it’s something to be aware of and it’s a line I tread carefully. I want their bodies and their minds to be healthy eaters – I am all too familiar with the idea of ‘forbidden foods’ and the guilt that all of that creates.

And that friends, is why even after making a massive daily effort to do otherwise,  we chose to send a sugar loaded treat to school on Friday. 


We went with these delicious popcorn balls. I thought they were going to be a nightmare to make (especially when I heard that we had to make 70 of them) but I was so pleasantly surprised. All of the ‘cooking’ is done in the microwave and the oooey-gooey marshmallow isn’t nearly as sticky and nightmarish to work with as one would think. It also doesn’t harden as fast as I thought it would so we had plenty of time to mould our popcorn balls before it was too late. The recipe makes around 18 balls – we made four batches and ended up with 69 fo them in total.

Note: make one batch at a time otherwise you are going to battle to coat 
the popcorn evenly and your mixture may harden before you are done


Marshmallow-Popcorn Balls

  • 1 packet mini marshmallows
  • 1 packet salted microwave popcorn
  • 1/4 cup butter
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • hundreds and thousands
  • paper cupcake holders


Pop your microwave popcorn according to packet instructions and place in a mixing bowl

Place butter in a large microwave safe dish and heat for 30 seconds / until melted

Add marshmallows and vanilla to butter and heat again until marshmallows begin to puff

Mix marshmallow mixture until well combined (make sure you use a heatproof spatula – I used wooden chopsticks so that I could throw them away once we were done)

Pour your marshmallow mixture over the popcorn and mix until popcorn is completely coated.


Using wet hands, gently mould your mixture into balls and place them into your cupcake holders.

I put my girls in charge of the sprinkles which worked really well and created only a very manageable amount of mess.

Let me know if you give these a go and how they turn out.


a chemical pregnancy 

Why do they even call it that, it sounds so cold and clinical …

I was hoping for good news, I was hoping that we had defied all odds and in spite of everything that was against us, we had somehow managed to fall pregnant this month.

Truth is, we actually did.

On Wednesday afternoon, after experiencing symptoms for over a week, I took a home pregnancy test. In the week leading up to the big event, I had been feeling queasy, exceptionally tired, and a little crampy. I was craving peppermint and just feeling ‘pregnant’. By the time Wednesday came, I was five days late and decided it was time.

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supporting him

I wanted to get married from as far back as I can remember. Of the many things I wanted to be ‘when I grew up’, a wife and a mom were always at the top of the list.  I also wanted to write, but I never in my wildest dreams thought that would actually happen (so thank you for reading this and for making that dream a reality 🙂

Before we got married, we got a prophecy that Phil would be travelling for ministry and that during those times, I would be at home with the kids. Madly in love and with the romantic vision of a family full of perfectly behaved children (Phil wanted eight kids when I met him), I happily accepted this as the role I would play in our family life.


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we don’t swear

No, really. We don’t swear. Not when we’re angry, not when we’re frustrated, not when we’re sad,excited or overjoyed. We just don’t. I was brought up in a home where my parents did not use tasteless language. I think the first time I heard my Dad swear I was about 16…. and it felt pretty awkward. Sure, I tried it as a kid. But it’s never felt right or beautiful or wholesome. It’s never put me or anyone else for that mater in a more powerful position. It’s never enabled me to express myself in a way that I couldn’t have done otherwise.

I loathe that it’s become such a big part of language, the way it’s thrown into blogs and all over social media, the way people don’t even care anymore if children are around. We wanted to watch a movie a little while ago and decided against it because when we worked it out, it had close on three expletives EVERY MINUTE!! I hate that society has become so comfortable with something so tasteless.

I know that I am the minority and probably considered a bit of a loser to many for feeling this way, I know that there are bigger problems out there. But I also know that I am raising two little girls to behave as a princess would. To behave in a way that would be fit for a King. Ultimately, to behave in a way that is pleasing to Jesus.


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healing in layers

It’s been over seven years since I last gave in to the lies that come along with anorexia and bulimia. And now, here I am sharing analogies that directly relate to food (there was actually a time in my life that nothing relating to food could ever be comical or taken lightly). Really though, the point of this particular post is not only to expand on my road to recovery… but also to share that although I live like a perfectly normal person (for the most part), my recovery continues and it continues into areas that I didn’t even know needed it.

God has so graciously brought people into my life at very specific and absolute perfect times to facilitate healing and to make me whole again… and I am beyond grateful every time I realise that He is doing something more in me, that He continues to make me whole and that He cares enough to give me one more layer. That He cares enough about the practicality of life and that He is faithful beyond what we could ever imagine.

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International Owl Awareness Day

Actually, International Owl Awareness Day was yesterday… but it’s too much of a goodie to miss! What a week, with World Breastfeeding Week, The beginning of the Olympic Games and Owl Awareness too, running multiple campaigns for multiple companies, one new website, one new showroom on the go, my first ‘baby three’ doctors visit, elections and two sick kids who have been at home for TWO weeks… I’m hoping you will forgive my less that punctual piece. I just couldn’t let this one go… because owls are my absolute BEST.


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another beautiful beginning

Baby three has been on (and off) the cards for ages. I’ve blogged about it, and spoken about it, we’ve gone back and forth, we’ve been ready and then not. I’ve been ready when Phil hasn’t and he’s been keen when I haven’t.

But, the time is now… It’s time for another beautiful beginning.

For us, anything unplanned has never been an option, and not only because we are both so OCD inclined –  the risk is just too high. Over the last couple of years, we have done everything we can to protect ourselves from another loss. My doctor has said that things can change and because we have had two successful pregnancies there is a chance the next could be just fine. For us, the responsibility  of that ‘could be’ feels too big.

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Journeying with a homoeopath : the beginning

It was a little more than a year ago when my gynae prescribed a pregnancy… and we opted for the pill instead. You can read about the ins and outs of that decision here and here.

Well…. that didn’t go so well. I started off on Yaz, which made me feel nauseous and tired and had me taking pregnancy tests every week just to make sure those symptoms were actually the pill and not a little being in my belly. After three months, the spotting came back and my doctor switched me to Qlaira- which didn’t work either. Although I felt better on this pill, my cycles were all over the place. Still not happy, I went back to my gynae who then put me onto Zoely and told me that this was pretty much my last option as she wasn’t sure where to go from here.


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one recipe everyone should own

The age old tale lives on. Some doctors believe that the benefits of chicken soup are mainly psychosomatic, that it’s nothing more than the ultimate comfort food. Others say the steaming hot soup clears congestion and provides the body with necessary hydration to flush out viral bugs. Either way, it’s a goodie.

I discovered this recipe about a year ago when I had my dental surgery & braces fitted, and then it made a comeback as winter approached and our recent cold spell hit. I love that it is easy enough to whip up when needed, I almost always have the ingredients for it and my girls think it’s delicious. What a win!

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going green

When Phil and I got engaged and I started to carefully consider how I was going to run our future home, I looked a little into earth friendly household products but never bought any. When we decided to have a baby I looked into cloth diapering (because ‘nappying’ just doesn’t have the same ring to it) but again, never bought even one. I guess what I am trying to say is that choosing a more natural way of living has always appealed to me – I just never really had the courage or conviction to properly execute it.

And then last year happened, and we made some pretty dramatic changes to what we ate as a family – we began to choose food in it’s most natural form over food which has been processed. This recently flowed over to choosing food which is grown organically over food that is ‘built for shelf life’.

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