Author Archives: Sky Bendelow

About Sky Bendelow

Mother, blogger, writer, artist, food lover, cook, wine guzzler, educator, student, believer that everyone should have the chance to learn and discover their unique talents (preferably before they are 40, but I got there in the end.) - Never look down on someone unless you are helping them up.

How to feed a zoo…


Here we are again, school holidays…my favourite time of year, but oh what to cook…??

It really is an endless round of meals and snacks…..picky eaters and feeling guilty that they won’t eat enough veg….so what the hell do we cook??

I will start with letting them have sausages, it scores me brownie points and if you buy good ones they are a good way to bribe with veg….the yorkshire puds and mash they will gobble up. I have found I can make chicken skewers that everyone one will eat, homemade pizza is fun….beef or steak…whizzed up for the only ones that will eat burgers…..we will try fishcakes on a promise of takeaway next time..there will be lots of fruit…even when you love to cook….it is a huge task….what are you making….I need your help xx16230262_1404835609538429_3849349106006753280_n

Frustration…love and a feast…..

Frustration…love and a feast…..

Cooking is one of my mad passions (incase you had not already guessed!)..but it also drives me to the ends of frustration.

I think it may be a common problem – the misconception of thinking we were born to be able to cook, we forget it’s a skill…but it drives me mad anyway….

Cooking is sadly not a lego cannot just take out the instructions…stick the required bits together and it turns out perfect…food is just not like that…which I guess is what makes it so rewarding when you turn something ย out good, possibly amazing ๐Ÿ™‚

So tonight, I am going back to basics, I am going to construct and taste, squeeze and smell, stir and watch…..I am going to don my apron and learn…there is always soooo much to learn in life…and when I have finished tinkering (the antedote to frustration)..and learnt somthing more…I will sit back in wonder at how everything works together..and hopefully tastes delicious…and gobble it all up. If it doesn’t turn out as planned, I will sigh, pour myself a glass of wine and know I have taken a step further along the long long path of learning to cook…..because like life, cooking is endlessly frustating, full of love….and hopefully a joyous…if not go to bed happy anyway, we survived another day ๐Ÿ™‚

keep on trying in love, life and the kitchen…

love and hugs

Sky x







Pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner :)

Pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner :)

What will breakfast bring?

Strong coffee…yes please

Muffins, toast, granola, a quick egg on toast…for some a bar of chocolate or a bag of crisps….this breaks my heart, but that’s another blog for another day…..

But today, today, how about pancakes..because I am sure I saw something in the supermarket today…and I’m not sure what it was…Pancake a plastic bottle??? What the hell is that??? If you don’t think you can make pancakes, please just try. I promise its soooo easy and good food for growing kids…

Breakfast will always be a toughy..

Somedays I’m hungry, some days, I hate to get up…some days need a fryup…whatever day it is I always make sure no one leaves the house without a good breakfast.

The kids love a omlette or a fried egg sandwich. For some reason people freak out if you give an egg for breakfast, but it is a millions times better than a dish of chocolate cereal…or crisps…or nothing…but I digress.

So let’s make pancakes, proper ones…I promise if the kitchen scares you, pancakes are easy peasy…you don’t even need scales…just flour, egg, milk and a pan…plus something to throw on top…I struggle between lemon and sugar and golden syrup….my boy likes plain…my girl nutella….on everything if I let her let ๐Ÿ™‚

So all you need is a small tumbler or cup….

Measure your eggs first….just crack them into the cup. Then tip into a mixing jug or bowl.

(I use 2 which will make about 6 to 8 pancakes depending on th size of your pan)

Next measure the same amount of milk, add to the jug, plus 2 tablespoons of water.

Plain flour, again measure in your cup, and add a teaspoon of sugar.

Then whisk until smooth, or blitz with a stick blender until there are no more lumps. If you can leave it to rest for 30 minutes even better.

And that is it…..spoon a bit of batter into a small flat frying pan…(I use a non stick pan so don’t add any oil.) Give it a swirl and cook until it’s starting to peel from the edges…turn over…or toss if feeling brave. again cook until it becomes free from the pan bottom and looks golden….then gobble it up whilst hot….

love, hugs and happy tossing…





The secret ingredient no-one tells you about…

The secret ingredient no-one tells you about…

Sometimes when you cook you, stray away from your own intuition and decide to run with all the recipes you ever read, my ย advice is DON’T…..

You know You. You know what you like ……don’t let anyone tell you any different…

It took a very garlicky houmous to figure this out. I like garlic, I personally don’t find it offensive if you smell of garlic…heavens garlic is sooo good for you. But it wasn’t the main flavour I wanted in my houmous…..The recipes, yes all 21 I looked at, had at least a clove of garlic in them. I didn’t think I knew better. I thought they must know something I didn’t, hell recipes are written by professional cooks and chefs (aren’t they??)….I am but a girl who loves to cook and eat…

It went a clove too far….

Houmous, a fab thing to make. It’s cheap, (much cheaper than the little pots we but in the supermarket). It’s healthy, one of your five a day, it’s quick, it’s tasty. It was ticking all my “things worth making myself” boxes. And it still is worth making….

So ….the secret ingredient…..the secret ingredient is You….

We live in an age where we no longer think we know best…We are told Government knows best, teacher’s know best….Mum’s know best (shocker..we don’t always, we muddle through like the rest of the world). Everyone know’s best… know what….I trust you, I’m gonna start trusting me….I am bringing back the secret ingredient…instinct…I won’t follow blindly anymore….however I will smell of garlic for days to come…you’ve been warned ๐Ÿ™‚

Recipe to follow… yourself on the garlic….

love and smelly hugs…





What to make??

What to make??

So here we are mothercookers. Monday,and what to make??

I always have great plans on how I’m going to cook and freeze meals at the weekend or plan a delicious menu to get us through the whole week…..but no, here we are again….nothing planned, nothing made.

Why is it such a struggle? You would think, for a girl surrounded by cookbooks and food magazines that it wouldn’t be a problem…but it is.

Once I’ve accommodated everyone’s likes and dislikes (a stupid thing to do, I don’t want fussy eaters), factored in my budget, worked out what time everyone is home from school, work, football etc etc…..established who will actually be here. (no one ever thinks of the meal planning when changing plans at the last-minute lol.) I’m no closer to deciding. I drool over fantastically styled food pages, and dream of living near a good fishmonger, but lets face it, I’m usually in a rush, my dinners taste good, but aren’t always much to look at, and I have to be in the mood to eat fish!

If you have ever watched Shirley Valentine you can kind of see her same day, same meal mentality. But that would be too boring for me.

I love to cook, I ย love to eat even more…but the planning…oh the planning is not an area where I excel…..

So the coffee pot is on, pen and paper at the ready…..lets see what tempts me, what looks good, is cheapish, and healthy..ish…….ideas and inspiration always welcome ๐Ÿ™‚


much love

Sky x



Why we need cake….

Why we need cake….

I’m not going to lie, I’m not that good a making cakes….I don’t even eat that much cake, but there is just something soooo homely about the smell of baking. Sugary, buttery goodness that welcomes you as you come through the door.

Cake makes you feel loved, cake makes you happy, cake is good…..but it has to be homemade.

We stuff ourselves with so many preservatives and chemicals that we have no idea about, no clue on how they affect our bodies (or souls). We rant and rave about butter and sugar….but in a home made cake you can see actually what and how much of it has gone into the mix…and its a lot less than shop bought stuff. And its filling, its not just puff and air… has proper eggs in it…..possibly real lemon or carrots….(I don’t care what they say..that must count towards your five a day lol).

If it comes with a cup of tea and the promise of friendship…(baking cakes will guarantee family and friends will call..) then all the better…

So get out a mixing bowl and turn on the oven…..tie on an apron and dust the kitchen with flour, if it turns out well you will become and instant domestic Goddess (or God)…..if it’s a bit of a flop hide it under custard and call it pudding….either way its nearly the weekend…lets make cake ๐Ÿ™‚


lots of love & cake crumbs

Sky x



Hello mothercookers….

Hello mothercookers….

Well hello, here we are….another food blog!!!

Why read mine? I’m hoping for more of an interaction than me just wittering….

I just need a place to keep my recipes….instead of scraps of grease stained paper which I always end up misplacing…and one day it is my dream to help inspire folk to cook.

We need it, we need to be nourished, to be given the confidence to give cooking a try….to share ideas that actually work. (Don’t you hate recipes that don’t work…yet you blame your cooking skills..pfftt.)

So here we are….finding my feet in the cooking world…..nice to have you here…..lets cook, laugh and eat together.


love, hugs and greedy slurps…

Sky x