Never give up yoga

My yoga practice has become somewhat fitful; reflecting the lack of routine in my daily life at the moment.  This is worrying me a little, as I am less than two weeks away from starting my teacher training course – a prerequisite for which was to have an established personal practice.  What also upsets me is that I fear it may also be down to a loss of what I like to call my ‘yoga mojo’.  I used to pride myself on my commitment to my practice: upon awaking it would be the first thing I thought of and I would roll out my mat without question.  At the moment, some mornings I need a real push to get me there, having to give myself a good talking to.  To make matters worse, some mornings when I do eventually get to my mat, it can feel like a chore: I’m easily distracted and the practice ends without there having been any real engagement on my behalf and when this happens, it really brings me down.  I’m hoping this is just a temporary lull and that as soon as I reestablish routine in my life, my yoga mojo will return.

I know I have not lost it forever; it’s there somewhere and some mornings it lets itself shine: on starting a few sun salutations that positive prana awakens and takes over, bringing me mind and body into the practice and allowing me to start my day in that familiar and welcome way.  Last week, on one such morning, sitting on my mat enjoying a moment of peace and sense of well-being, I reached for one of my yoga philosophy books, as I sometimes do on completing a practice.  By chance, I took my copy of ‘The Heart of Yoga’, and opened it randomly to a page in the Yoganjalisaram (the section including the translated words of wisdom of the great Krishnamacharya) and the first sentence my eyes settled on was:

‘Never give up yoga’

(sloka 31, Yoganjalisaram)


My Vegetable Patch

A couple of months ago I treated myself to yet another cookbook – this time, a vegetarian one.  My yogi conscience has certainly heightened my awareness of what I eat and desires for any kind of meaty feast appear to be rapidly dwindling.  I’m simply enjoying vegetables at the moment; exploring their versatility and feeling all the healthier for it.  Anyway, back to this cookbook… The cookbook is ‘Take One Veg‘ by Georgina Fuggle and what attracted me to her book, apart from the loveliness of the photography and layout, was the fact that she has included an array of veggie based cakes and puds, and I’m not just talking carrot cake here, in fact, there isn’t a carrot cake in sight.

My explorations began with a lusciously green avocado cake; the use of this rather unusual ingredient grabbed myimage attention straight away and the fact it required the use of my newly acquired food processor (thank you Giovanni!), well, I just couldn’t resist.  The satisfaction of watching the changing textures of this cake as the recipe progressed cannot be easily expressed – starting with velvety smooth avocado flesh, creating a rougher texture with almond flour and adding a comforting crunch with pretty poppy seeds: making this cake was a thoroughly pleasurable experience.  The mixture also baked incredibly well and the result was a deep and mouthwateringly moist cake.  I have to admit, with the addition of the icing this was a really sweet cake, teetering on the verge of being too much so.  However, after my second or third day of indulging, it really began to grow on me and it reminded both me and hubby of the almondy, gooey offerings of our recent home in Sicily; perhaps for this reason it was soon gobbled up.  This cake, like the other recipes I have tried, doesn’t use butter and I have also found this an interesting way of baking.

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The journey continued with an amazing chocolate cake, taking its moisture from the addition of a grated courgette, imageunidentifiable to the unsuspecting recipient.  The addition of black treacle really add to the dark, more-ishness of this creation, it’s not too rich nor too sweet but deliciously adult in flavour.  I then tip-toed on to a parsnip and syrup loaf cake (I used agave syrup in place of its unhealthier cousin), covered in a lusciously smooth cream cheese and butter icing and adorned temptingly with a line-up of crunchy pecans.  Finally, I came to the celeriac cupcake – unique in flavour, almost savoury with a real gingery-zing, this one really has to be tried to be believed.  I’m still a little undecided as to whether I like it or not, but I keep nipping back to the cake tin just to check…

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I really recommend buying this book – additionally, there are lots of yummy savoury dishes which I am also enjoying working my way through.  For me it has been the best five pounds I’ve spent in a long while and like using wholemeal self-raising flour, eating a vegetable-based cake just feels less naughty.  Must go, can hear those celeriac cupcakes calling!


My first cake as a married woman

imageWith the wedding and its preparations out the way, this weekend I had a couple of hours to devote to baking.  It’s been ages!  Though initially a little reluctant, I eased myself back in gently with a simple but incredibly satisfying carrot cake, as suggested by my lovely new hubby.  It certainly isn’t a cake that would win me a place on bake-off, but it’s a cake that has won a place in my heart: there is nothing more comforting than tucking into a slice of this with a cuppa.  As always, I followed my Nigella recipe, from her book How To Be a Domestic Goddess.  However, as I was walking round the supermarket, enjoying my leisurely stroll down the baking aisle, wholemeal self-raising flour caught my eye, I couldn’t resist!  I would certainly have never found such a thing on the supermarket shelves in Sicily.  So, I adapted her recipe just a touch, replacing the ordinary flour with its more wholesome relation and this time, I made one larger cake instead of the 12 cupcakes, partly because I had no cake cases rather than it being a desire to try something different.  Luckily, it worked just as well!


1/2 cup Light muscovado sugar

3/4 cup Sunflower or vegetable oil

2 Large eggs

1 1/2 cups Wholemeal self-raising flour

1 tsp Baking powder

1 tsp Cinnamon

Zest of one small lemon (or a combination of orange and lemon zests)

3 small or 2 medium carrots grated

100g Walnuts, roughly chopped

For the icing

125g Cream cheese (I used Philadelphia)image

250g (1 2/3 cups) Icing sugar

A couple of squeezes of fresh lemon juice

Walnut halves to decorate


Preheat the oven to 180C (160C fan).  Grease and line a 20cm spring-form cake tin.

Beat the sugar and oil together with a balloon whisk until combined. Add the eggs and beat in.

Next, add the flour, baking powder, cinnamon and zests and fold in using a wooden spoon.

Finally, fold in the grated carrots and chopped walnuts.

Transfer the batter to the tin and bake for 50-60 minutes until golden and a cocktail stick comes out clean.

Concluding Thoughts

How simple is that!  You can’t go wrong!  Though I didn’t think that the wholemeal flour made a difference to the flavour, I think it gave the cake a more mouth-watering colour and well, it just made me feel that little less guilty when tucking into a big slice.

Unfortunately, there are no pictures, as the cake had been eaten by the time I got round to blogging about it!  I have to admit it’s been a tough post to write for a number of reasons, Including lack of time and presence in the kitchen.

I thought I would have spent more time in my favourite room of the house, considering I had been super-excited about returning to the UK: the land of well-stocked supermarket shelves; the land of baking aisles complete with a myriad of flours and sugars; the land of double cream and fresh berries. However, I haven’t had the occasion or opportunity to explore all the ingredients I had been so anxiously craving. Fingers-crossed, I’ll soon have my own kitchen to begin my British baking adventures!


BWY Congress 2015

I have been a member of the BWY (British Wheel of Yoga) for about three years now, which has been great – opening my eyes to the yoga world here in Britain.  It was through the Wheel’s own quarterly magazine that I came to know of the Mandala Yoga Ashram in Wales and it is through them that I hope to find a teacher training course.  Last year I was keen to attend Congress, especially as I was feeling outside the ‘yoga loop’.  However, as I was on foreign shores, logistically, it was all too difficult (as well as being rather expensive!).  So, this year, I promised myself I would go, it was to be a re-introduction to the British yoga scene and an opportunity to meet some of the teachers who run teacher training courses.

Over the weekend I tried out a number of different classes, one of which was again, anusara yoga: I just wanted to see if it really was as challenging as I’d remembered – and yes, it was! (though, I have to say I actually enjoyed it a little this time).  The other sessions were gentler but insightful: I gained some headstand tips, enjoyed some chanting, tried a walking meditation and learnt how mimicking a gorilla would ease me nicely into a beautiful downward dog!  I soaked up new ideas like a sponge and diligently made notes of new practices, as I knew they would otherwise be soon forgotten.  I learnt that I need to be more patient in my own practice and also, that I should be more ‘playful’ – enjoying and exploring movement more.

The people I met were also really friendly, as I was there on my own, others seemed keen to talk to me and share yoga stories – if these are the people yoga creates, then what a wonderful world it would be if we all practiced it.  On the Saturday night there was a celebration dinner and barn dance to mark 50 years of the BWY and thanks to a bunch of cheerful East-Midlanders, this event was transformed from a daunting experience to an evening of good fun and laughter.  I had planned to sneak away after the dinner and return to my room before the barn dance commenced, but thanks to the lovely lady who got me dancing, I had what was probably the most fun I’d had in a long while (or, at least, since my Hen-Do… thanks again guinea pigs!!!!).  I also learnt something that evening too – that British yogis like wine (yes, that’s right, there was alcohol present) and, are you ready, come closer so I can whisper it… some of them even eat meat?!!!!

Concluding Thoughts

So, I came away from the weekend feeling spiritually refreshed and extremely well-stretched.  The idea that yoga welcomes all was really hammered home.  It wasn’t, as one may have expected, a weekend of super slim and sinewy women prancing around in skin-tight lycra, wrapping their legs around their necks as they grazed on lettuce: It was a weekend of friendly, extremely smiley people of all shapes, sizes and ages sharing their love of yoga.

Thank you BWY and a huge thank you to those lovely people I met for contributing to a truly wonderful experience.




Happy Easter!

photoWhat better way is there to celebrate Easter than with a toasted, butter-smothered hot cross bun?  I know they’re everywhere, in all the shops and supermarkets and I know that they’re also super cheap, but as most things, they just taste better when homemade.  I made these Paul Hollywood hot cross buns for the first time last Easter: I was on foreign shores and craving those wonderful spiced buns of goodness!  They are certainly worth the effort and to be honest, it’s not so much effort you need but time: all that waiting around for the dough to prove!  However, if you’re at home and have time on your hands – like me at the moment – there’s no reason not to have a go.

In this recipe, Paul tells us to put the fruit in at the beginning, prior to the first proving.  Now, this leaves me feeling more than a little confused, as I distinctly remember him saying on the Bake Off that fruit should be added after the first proving, as the fruit makes the dough heavy and inhibits the dough from rising, so, why put it in first here?!  If anyone knows, please tell me!  He was adamant…

I changed the recipe a little, as I don’t really like candied peel: so, I replaced it with mixed dried fruit – which does include peel, but very little, so you don’t often come across it.  I’m tempted to try them with some dark chocolate chunks in too, as I think this would make them even more special and extra-yummy.  Also, for the crosses, I simply used a little plastic food bag with the corner snipped off – who needs an icing bag!

Concluding thoughts

The mouth-watering smell which fills your home whilst these buns are cooking will really get your stomach rumbling and eating one or two fresh from the oven will certainly satisfy.  However, if you are having trouble munching your way through all twelve, panic not, they freeze really well too!  Make these buns and I can assure you your Easter will be a good one 🙂  Serve with a generous spreading of salted butter.

Ooh, and you can watch Mr.Hollywood himself making these on the GBBO Easter Masterclass – especially good for learning how to shape the buns.


An Anusara Adventure

So, I’ve been back in the UK now for three weeks: the job hunt is on (though embarrassingly to say, less of a hunt, more of a leisurely browse): the baking, well, that’s temporarily on the back burner, but the yoga is certainly as present as ever.  I’ve been maintaining my personal practice and am managing what I consider to be a healthy 6 days out of 7 on my mat.  I’ve also started to explore the yoga on offer in my local area and have turned to Camyoga for inspiration and guidance (well, I’ve only been twice so far but this has more to do with logistical issues than the lack of desire to attend).  My second trip to the centre was for an anusara workshop – a full day of yoga – bliss!

Expecting the day to be a combination of asana, philosophy and perhaps pranayama and meditation and anusara20logo_newexpecting to be sitting around quite a bit (as you often do on ashrams), I started my day with a few rounds of sun salutations to get the blood pumping and to nurture my inner yogi.  However, I was soon to discover this had been completely unnecessary and at the end of the intensive six-hour day I was leg-wobblingly shattered.  What I’d read about anusara yoga prior to the workshop had not prepared me in any way, shape or form for what I experienced.  Anusara is said to be ‘yoga of the heart’; the asanas to be carried out from the heart, from the inside to the out, but it was so demanding I completely lost any kind of spiritual connection and my consciousness was directed to the physical body.  Anusara also translates as ‘to flow with grace’ – I don’t think there was much flowing nor grace in my movements, but perhaps these aspects come with practice.

The positions were all ones I knew and had practised at some point, but it was the holding of the posture and the ‘hugging in to the midline’ (with strong legs and bandhas active), which physically challenged me and I certainly didn’t experience the comfort and steadiness of asana that Patanjali talks about in sutra 2:46.   I felt incredibly heavy, especially during the first part of the day and positions seemed all the more difficult as a result.  I don’t know why I felt so heavy; could it be my lifestyle at the moment?  In this period of transition between life abroad and life back here I’m admittedly a little too sedentary.  Or, could it be what I eat and drink? – my thoughts repeatedly come back to my diet.  As I want to teach yoga, I feel like I should be more “yoga” in all areas of my life, I also think I should be fairly adept at most of the positions and feel a bit of a failure when I’m not the best in class, a feeling which certainly stems from the ego.  The teacher of the workshop talked a little about ego and how this is the part of our character which leads us to force ourselves into positions, losing the true essence of the pose and possibly doing more harm than good.  It made me think back to my time at the Sivananda ashram in Kerala: there they often talked about the ego and how it was the main obstacle on our spiritual path.  I thought I had made progress here and that I was managing, in some way at least, to quieten the ego, but yesterday it was very much present and realising this left me feeling a little deflated.

Concluding Thoughts

My day of anusara yoga was certainly an interesting and challenging one, I’m not really sure it’s the yoga for me, but you never know, a day doesn’t quite feel enough to completely dismiss it.  The day also gave me greater understanding of myself and my own practice, as well as highlighting the need to find a regular class: as much as I believe yoga to be a very personal discipline, I also recognise the importance of input and guidance.  Practising at home means you have no one to compare yourself to, which means I don’t tend to go beyond my limits.  However, it also means that I can be a little lazy and don’t challenge myself enough to make any progress, neither physically nor spiritually.


Fan-Scrabble-tastic Birthday Cake!

Well, it’s been a busy few weeks but I’ve been wanting to blog about this for a while, so here it is, eventually!

At the beginning of February it was my fiancé’s birthday and as usual, it meant a cake was to be made.  Each birthday imagewe have shared together has seen a more adventurous cake than the last: last year, it was a three-tiered showstopper, straight from the pages of my beloved Great British Bake-Off book, this year, I used a bit more imagination and invented my own cake.  My fiancé, a keen and skilled Scrabble player (he always wins, but I’m not bitter, promise!), had requested a Scrabble cake.  I set about researching such a challenging creation, turning to Google, only to discover this would be a challenge beyond my means (and abilities).  So, my brain went into overdrive, trying to think of a way of making it work and this is what I came up with…


The Cake

Naturally, I turned to my trustworthy friend Nigella and decided her deliciously moist and sumptuous chocolate Guinness cake would do the trick; a simple cake to make and undoubtedly one of my fiancé’s favourites.  I doubled her recipe and made two cakes, a rectangular one (approximately 26×18) and a circular one (20cm), with enough mixture left to make 12 cup cakes – so perhaps doubling it was a little excessive!


  • 500 ml guinness 
  • 500gunsalted butter 
  • 150g cocoa powder 
  • 800 caster sugar 
  • 248 ml sour cream 
  • large eggs 
  • 2 tbsp vanilla extract 
  • 550 g plain flour 
  • 5 teaspoons bicarbonate of soda


  • Preheat the ove to 180C and butter and line your cake tins. I used a 26x18cm and a 20cm round tin. I made 12 cupcakes with the remaining mixture – if you want to do the same, place 12 cake cases in a muffin tin.
  • Put the butter and Guinness in a large saucepan and heat until the butter has melted.  Then, take the mix off the heat and whisk in the sugar and sieved cocoa – I found it best to do this with a wooden spoon as with my hand-held electric mixer I made a right mess!
  • Beat the eggs, vanilla and sour cream together and add to the pan.  Finally whisk in the flour and bicarbonate of soda, which you can do with an electric mixer, as the mixture is now a little thicker.
  • Pour the batter into the prepared tins – about 2/3 full and use the rest to fill the cake cases, 2/3 – 3/4 full. Bake for 45mins to an hour – you’ll have to keep a close eye on them as baking the three cakes together slows down the cooking time and you will find they cook at different speeds. My round cake sunk a little as I was a bit anxious and perhaps opened the oven one too many times!  Luckily, this was easily hidden under the icing!
  • Leave to cool completely in the tins, as the cake is very sticky and damp.

The Icing

I made a white chocolate ganache as found in the ‘GBBO Everyday’ baking book – I adapted the quantities a little due to the fact I can’t find double cream here, and when I made the very same icing last year it was too runny and didn’t set properly.


300g good quality white chocolate, chopped into smallish pieces

200ml single cream

300g cream cheese (and a little more, I added extra until I had a good spreading consistency)


  • Heat the cream gently until bubbles are just starting to form around the sides of the pan.  Take off the heat and add the chocolate, stirring until melted – if necessary put it back on the heat to finish the melting process.  Leave the chocolate mix to cool and set (at least an hour) – I put it in the fridge to hurry it along!
  • Beat the cream cheese in a large bowl until soft and, using a wooden spoon, gradually add spoonfuls of the set chocolate mixture until fully incorporated.  I used an electric hand-held mixer to finish it off and to help thicken it up. When it reaches a spreadable consistency, it’s ready to go.

The tiles

I used a sweet pastry recipe to make the tiles, rolling out the pastry and cutting squares of about 1.5cm.  I made about imagetwice as many as needed so I had any extras incase of accidents!  Follow any sweet pastry recipe, lay the tiles on a lined baking tray, remembering to prick with a fork and cook for about 8-10 minutes.

When cooled, decorate with dark chololate letters – I used melted dark cooking chocolate and a small paint brush to paint the letters on – a little faffy, but I felt I had more control than I would have done if I’d used a piping bag.

Assembling (you will also need enough green fondant to cover the round cake and a little yellow fondant, ooh, and about 100-150g of dark cooking chocolate)

  • Cut the rectangular cake to make a square (if you used a rectangular tin, like I did!)
  • Cover the round and square cakes with the icing (any remaining icing can be used for the cupcakes)
  • Roll out some green fondant to about the thickness of a pound coin, until big enough to cover the round cake. Cover and trim away any extra, you can use this to make the top of the bag, attaching to the covered cake using a little water.  Cover with the fondant the same day as serving, as the fondant will start to absorb moisture from the ganache and it’ll turn slimey!
  • Make the cord for the bag.  Take two small balls of yellow fondant and roll out to sausage shapes on a work surface using the palm of your hand.  Then twist the two, long, thin “sausages” together and use to cover the join between the cake and the bag top.
  • Melt about 100-150g of dark baking chocolate and use this to pipe a letter onto the square cake, making a large scrabble tile – I made a ‘J’ as it’s my fiancé’s initial!  I used the opposite end of a paint brush first to etch the letter into the icing, making it easier to pipe neatly.  This same chocolate can be used for decorating the small tiles too.


Concluding Thoughts

This cake was a real adventure for me, as I tend not to use fondant, partly because I don’t like the taste (it’s incredibly sweet), also because it doesn’t really fit with my baking ethics, it’s just too “fake”, and not very “yoga”: I generally prefer to use more “natural” decoration on my cakes.  However, I really enjoyed making and assembling this cake and I enjoyed my fiancé’s reaction even more.

So, what next… I’m already thinking ahead, whose birthday is it next? What can I make? Where can my imagination lead me this time?  Watch this space.


Yoga Guinea Pigs

image I have taken my first steps into the world of yoga teaching.  My initial, rather brave guinea pig was soon followed by her equally brave housemate and now I am the proud teacher of two.  “Why brave?” I hear you say: well, there is nothing braver than putting your trust in someone and trust in me I hope they do.  Yoga is a complex thing and as much as I believe a good, experienced teacher makes all the difference, at the same time, I believe someone with passion and strong foundations in their discipline can also impart a little something to others.  Obviously, we won’t be standing on our heads or twisting legs behind our necks; we’ll be keeping it relatively simple.image Sometimes in yoga, simple can be best.  Performing a simple pose well can have notable benefits: in simple poses we have the opportunity to bring our awareness to a certain chakra; we are more able and in fact, more likely to concentrate on our breathing and appreciate the “being with oneself” that yoga aims to promote.  I have read numerous times that yoga without the breathing and the awareness is simply stretching and sometimes, in more complex poses, I feel that this is what my yoga can become: I lose any connection with myself and concentrate solely on trying to contort myself in some unnatural way.  Often, this also leaves me feeling frustrated, as I haven’t managed to master the position and reach the perceived goal. image Anyway, back to my guinea pigs… Following my first ever session with brave guinea pig number 1, an extraordinary feeling of intense calm and content came over me and I quickly scribbled down a note to myself:

A great start to my day, a wonderful feeling of calm and happiness that lasted longer than usual – the joy of sharing yoga? Looking forward to next week already. Must blog about this experience.

While, unfortunately, I have not been met with the same strength of emotion following subsequent lessons, I have certainly continued to appreciate the joy of sharing yoga.  The experience has helped me to realise that, essentially, this is what yoga is to me: a joy.  Sharing it with others, with those who also recognise its abundance of positive qualities, brings a very different sense of satisfaction to practising alone.  I find myself looking forward to my Wednesday mornings and I enjoy putting these lessons together, always considering those four key stages of centring, asana, pranayama and relaxation.  It’s helped me to become more considered in my own practice and it’s encouraging me to explore my yoga books more thoroughly.

Concluding Thoughts

I asked the guinea pigs for some of their own reflections on the lessons, and here are their comments:

“I find that what we do doesn’t just stay in the ‘classroom’ but I am more aware of its power during the week too.  Like this week, which was really stressful, I thought about my breathing more, and at the gym too, I find myself thinking about my breathing more and more.  Also, I enjoy seeing what my body can (and can’t) do and noticing I can do more the following week.  I like the fact that you (me!) know what you’re talking about, so even when I fall over, I feel I’m learning!”

“Doing yoga has helped me to feel calmer and more positive during the week, and I am physically more flexible than I was before.  Amy is a relaxed but reassuring teacher, and she brings a lot of knowledge, experience and passion for the practice to our sessions.”

So, I’ll say it again: it’s a complete joy to share my yoga with others, especially when I realise they are getting just as much out of it as I am.

A mini book review:

imageI’ve been using Swami Pragyamurti’s ‘Yoga Manual for Prisoners and other Castaways’ as my bible, both in my own practice and with the guinea pigs. The twelve sequences are simple yet powerful and each one is aimed at helping develop a certain aspect of our character.  For example, at the beginning of January, following the excesses of the festive season, I concentrated on the programme to help increase will-power and develop healthier, more-nurturing habits.  The book also provides descriptions of how to do the asanas, as well as taking you step-by-step through a number of pranayamas and relaxation/meditation techniques.  It even comes with a cd with relaxation and mediation practices (including yoga nidra). As you get to know the programmes well, you can start to adapt them and it gives you the confidence to eventually start putting together your own little routines.    As I’ve been working abroad for a number of years, I have often felt myself to be a castaway of sorts, never quite having felt that I really fitted in here.  I believe we are all “castaways” in some way and at some point in our lives.  I don’t think any one of us could say we have never felt a sense of isolation or loneliness, a feeling of being emotionally ‘stranded’.  Therefore, I don’t think the title of this book should scare us away (guinea pig number 2 did seem a little bewildered by it!).  I think this self-described ‘manual to help you help yourself feel better now’, does exactly what it says on the tin!


Panettone Pudding

A panettone adventure

As I have been living in Italy a number of years now and as baking has really increased in importance for me; this year I decided to experiment and make my very own panettone. An Italian friend of mine, who is also a very keen baker, gave me her tried-and-tested recipe. After translating her instructions into English, I set about this rather daunting task whilst back in the UK this Christmas. The results were surprisingly not bad! Making a panettone is a complicated process and first attempts at any recipe are voyages into the unknown accompanied by ceaseless self-doubt and worry (a bit dramatic perhaps, but for this recipe it’s no exaggeration!): No matter how good the recipe, until you have a go yourself, it will always remain a mystery.

The panettone was certainly well-received by friends and family and the imageblind tasting conducted with my fiancé (with a traditional, artisan panettone from Milan and my creation), revealed that the taste was very similar but it was the texture that let mine down, it just didn’t have that same fluffiness; so there’s certainly room for improvement. I hope to post the recipe in the future, but only after further experimentation and some fine-tuning, so watch this space…

imageAnyway, with the shop-bought panettone and my creation, there was far too much of the stuff hanging around the house and what with the numerous other treats on offer at this time of year, it was almost forgotten about. While the shop-bought stuff could have probably hung around a little longer, my homemade version was drying out fast, so there was only one solution – panettone bread and butter pudding – yummeeee!!!

I found a recipe in Jamie Oliver’s ‘Comfort Food’ and adapted it. Here’s my version.

Panettone Pudding – serves 6-8


65g lightly salted butter + extra for greasing
3 eggs
300ml whipping cream + 50ml semi-skimmed milk (or half double cream, half whole milk)
60g caster sugar
2-3 tbsp demerara sugar
1/2 a vanilla pod
60g 70% dark choc (more if you like)
375g panettone (with dried and candied fruit) + an extra slice for luck!


Preheat the oven to 180C (or 160C fan).

Grease a medium baking dish and add 2 tbsp of demerara sugar and shake so it sticks to the buttered bottom and sides. Then, line the bottom and sides with slices of the panettone, pressing them down well.

Make the custard – score the vanilla pod and add seeds to the milk/cream mixture, drop in the pod and heat over a medium heat until simmering. Meanwhile, whisk the eggs together with the caster sugar in a large bowl. Slowly add the hot milk, whisking all the time.

Pour approximately a third of the custard into the dish and allow to soak. Then tear up and add the remaining panettone to the bowl of custard, leave to soak for a minute or so (not too long or it’ll become too soggy to handle!). Arrange the pieces in the dish, alternating with the chocolate chunks, making sure they are well distributed amongst the panettone pieces. Pour over any remaining custard and sprinkle with Demerara sugar.

Bake the pudding in the middle of the oven for about 25-30 minutes, just until golden on top and hot throughout. You can serve it immediately or reheat later, or as Jamie suggests, you can eat any left over bits cold – I haven’t tried this but imagine it would be very nice indeed, especially with a good cup of coffee.



Concluding Thoughts

A super-yummy pudding, especially when served with vanilla ice-cream – I just love that hot-cold combo. The addition of the dark chocolate really makes it; when you get a mouth full of melted chocolate, hot fruity pudding and cold ice-cream it hits the spot, it’s just too good for words! Try it and I’m sure you’ll understand.


Ashram Experiences 2 – Llangadog, Wales

imageAfter India I was keen to repeat the ashram experience, especially as I had been practising yoga on my own for over 6 months and was really feeling the need for some input, both from other yoga enthusiasts and yoga teachers. However, I had neither the time nor the money for India, so I started searching for yoga retreats I could do closer to home. One early-summer afternoon, while flicking through ‘Spectrum’, the British Wheel of Yoga magazine, I came across an advert for an ashram in Wales. I couldn’t quite believe it, an ashram, in Wales?! I went straight to their website and amongst an array of interesting courses I found the perfect one for me: ‘Summer at the Ashram’. It was a week-long course, which was to take place at the end of August – perfect!

Arriving at the ashram

imageAfter a day of travelling by train from my parents’ home in the North East of England, I arrived at a very small train station, tucked away in the hills and valleys of South Wales. I already felt far from the modern world. A taxi took me along winding country lanes and we crept higher and higher until we reached a gravelly drive-way and a sign for the ashram. The taxi drove me through the entrance gates and to the inner-sanctum – a cluster of stone buildings surrounded by greenhouses, poly-tunnels and gardens. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and the greens of the surrounding countryside vivid and varied – a truly stunning setting for a haven of peace. It was also warmer than I had expected, the stereotypical wet and grey Wales was nowhere to be seen.

Morning yoga

The daily routine began with a 5.30 wake-up bell, leaving just enough time for a quick shower before the 6am asana class. There were quite a lot of people on the course, so we were split into two classes. I was in the smaller group and our lessons took place in the dining area, a large carpeted room with cushions around the edges for seating. In the group we were all female and I was the youngest. The teacher was about my age and her way of teaching was calming and her voice soothing as she talked us through the positions in an informed way. The sessions were gentle, perhaps to suit all the levels of ability present in the group. Unfortunately, these sessions were sometimes a little too gentle: I really enjoy the sun salutation sequence and missed this during my stay and even got up a little earlier some days to get in a little pre-practice practice. It helped me to understand how difficult it must be at times to create classes which appeal to all and I certainly think I’m a tricky customer; one day I’ll crave a lively-paced session, the next, a few simple stretches on the mat will suffice.

However, I was left feeling a little disappointed, not just with the class but primarily with myself; I knew that my disatisfaction wasn’t very yogic and I didn’t know how to interpret or deal with this emotion and still don’t.

Karma yoga

imageI was surprised when I read the list telling us all what our duties were – This time I wasn’t cleaning bathrooms! I was on gardening duties! I had never really gardened in my life before and so I knew this wasn’t going to be so easy. However, I was keen to give it a go and was also motivated by the fact that I might learn some new skills in the process – I don’t have a garden at the moment, but who knows what the future holds. I have always liked the idea of growing my own vegetables, even though I’m the complete opposite of ‘green-fingered’.

Despite feeling a bit useless at times – as I didn’t really know what I was doing and was worried about killing plants – I enjoyed the tasks and really enjoyed being outdoors.

Afternoon yoga

An abundant and delicious vegetarian lunch was followed daily by some imagefree-time. Lots of the ashramites (myself included), used this as an opportunity to explore the surrounding countryside, stretch the legs and fill the lungs with the wonderfully clean and fresh Welsh air’, (weather permitting – I was really glad I had bought and brought a pair of wellies!)

The afternoon’s activities kicked off with a relaxing yoga nidra session, followed by tea and then some further asana work and pranayama/mudra practice. We worked a lot on the humming bee breath, which I really enjoyed as it’s one of my favourite pranayamas and one I don’t often practise at home due to the noise!

Evening satsang

Following a second karma yoga session and a bit of free-time was the final activity of the day – the evening satsang. This was the part of the day I enjoyed the most, gathering together in the sadhana hall to chant and sometimes ask our questions to Swami Krishnapremananda and Swami Nishchalananda. Chanting wasn’t easy for me at first and I am still very aware of how out of tune I am, but when the percussion instruments are playing and the chant is loud and lively there is nothing more infectious and good for the soul.


imageDespite the disappointment with the asana classes, I really enjoyed my second ashram experience, possibly even more than the first; perhaps as it’s more intimate, being far smaller than the Sivananda ashram in India; perhaps due to its stunning location, nestled in the middle of nowhere; perhaps due to the other ashramites (all serious yoga practitioners, possessing all those associated positive qualities), or perhaps due to the quality of its teachings and teachers.

My week at the ashram provided me with great inspiration and motivation. It deepened my awareness of and appreciation for Satyananda yoga, which in turn has enriched and shaped my personal practice, helping it become more balanced with an increase focus on pranayama and meditation. I feel that my approach to my asana practice has also grown. I know I still have a long way to go on my yoga path and I expect that this ashram will certainly be a part of it.

The Mandala Yoga Ashram seems to be a very authentic representation of what yoga traditionally is and to have this, relatively speaking, on our doorstep is a true blessing. You don’t need to go to India to discover the “real” yoga, this place will bring it to you.