Sir Chocolate and the Baby Cookie Monster Story and Cookbook

We are reviewing Robbie’s book as part of last weeks promotion on Streets Ahead Book Promotion… https://mewe.com/join/streetsaheadbookpromotionclub

 

Book 2 of the Sir Chocolate series: Sir Chocolate and Lady Sweet find a lost baby cookie monster. Join them on an adventure to return the baby to its mother and learn how to make some of their delicious recipes at the same time.

 

Our Review

 

Robbie and Michael Cheadle love to cook.

I know this for I have watched them in action when I needed a recipe for a Christmas cake. I found an amazing video and watched as Robbie carried me through the most delightful cookery lesson. (and the cake I made was delicious!)

They love to write about the fondant characters they make too, featuring them in a lovely series of children’s books.

This review is for book two of the Sir Chocolate series, and I can’t wait to share the rest of the books with my grandchildren!

I would love to buy the series in paperback to get the full beauty of the illustrations and know I won’t be disappointed.

You should also check out Robbie’s website for more images and recipes from The World of Sir Chocolate… https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com

The 2.40… #Poetry

 

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My father, a staunch academic that never flaps.

At breakfast, I met a stranger at the table

He spoke at a speed I had never heard before

I could see a hint of panic in his eyes.

He didn’t ask, so much as forbid me

to take the 2.40 train from Paddington.

Asking why his voice became calmer

I don’t know if you have heard this story

Or remember it from the newspapers

One year ago, a young man just turned eighteen

died on that train in the third carriage

It’s said he may return on the anniversary of his death

To sit in the same seat for three weeks

In the hope of finding the part of self

we all leave behind on being born.

He waits for the other half, the missing piece

To sit on the seat opposite the door.

When the right person takes that seat

He becomes whole, having entered the sitter.

There are many tales of what takes place next

You have just turned eighteen, I am asking you please,

Take the earlier train to your next job?

Seeing how much this meant to my father

I agreed, and kissing his cheek, I left for work

I felt a little odd approaching the station

Standing close to the edge of the platform

I waited that afternoon for the 2.40.

I remember asking my father why I couldn’t just

Take my journey in the second car

Father said it was best to avoid the 2.40 all together

As curiosity gets the best of some people.

I could hear the train approaching

I stood where the third car would stop

I could see a grey outline of someone sitting

in the seat Father mentioned

There were no discernible features to this mass

Shaking my head, thinking my father’s story

Must have gotten into my mind

I felt a connection, a longing, something remembered

I remembered my father saying that a soul mate

Was not someone you search for in life

It’s the missing part of self.

I knew what this meant, for I had often felt

Lost lonely unsure even when falling

in love with a boy from College

A few minutes of happiness that doesn’t last

Leaving me with the feeling of being unwhole.

Now that I have felt that missing part

I would break my word

I will sit in that seat tomorrow at 2.40

Let the missing part enter

See what life will bring…

©anitadawes 2020

#BlogBattle ~ Bucket #Poetry

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They say at my age of 85

The days of wine and roses are over

They may be right, however

I live ten minutes from the beach at Southend

Each day I insert myself into the world

I sit with my toes in the sand

Watching people with their children

Playing let’s bury dad

This it seems, leads to a great deal of laughter

I count the days lucky

When a stranger stops to speak awhile

A gift from the Universe

This morning, I have risen extra early

I want to see the sunrise

With luck, I will have the beach to myself

As I walk barefoot along the sand

I am drawn towards two abandoned blue buckets

Sandcastles forgotten, weekend trippers

Long gone home

I sit holding one of the buckets

With no spade to fill it, I use my hand

I turn it over and instantly felt transported

As if by a time machine to my 8-year-old self

The first time standing on sand

The sight of the sea, so large

I remember thinking it had no end

It was rolling away from me to touch the sky

I know better now, as I wait for the sunrise

Wondering how many more I can fit into my life

Before I am called to that blue hour I see before me…

©anitadawes

The Masked Singer…

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The Masked Singer

 

Our family had been looking forward to ITV’s exciting new game show, as it looked hilarious. A surreal singing contest where heavily disguised celebrities in some of the most amazing costumes proceed to drive everyone crazy trying to guess who they are.

Such a brilliant idea, but the arguments in our house have reached epic proportions, bordering on insanity as we try to outguess each other.

Personally, I needed subtitles for the cryptic clues as I couldn’t hear what the celebs were saying, as their voices were electronically distorted.

In the first show, we were introduced to Queen Bee and Duck; Unicorn and Butterfly; Chameleon and hedgehog.

The Butterfly turned out to be Patsy Palmer, Bianca from EastEnders, but none of us had guessed that!

In the second show, we met Monster and Fox; Tree and Pharaoh; Octopus and Daisy.

The Daisy turned out to be the politician, Alan Johnson, a former Home Secretary. We wouldn’t have guessed that one in a million years!

My family are convinced they know who the tree is, and I think the Unicorn is John Barrowman. I’d know those sexy legs anywhere!

The fox has to be Nicole Scherzinger…

Only one mask comes off in each show, so the suspense will rise substantially while the waiting (and arguing) continues.

Despite almost causing a meltdown in our living room, we cannot wait for the next show, as it’s absolutely brilliant!

©Jaye Marie 2020

Have you seen it? I love comments, so please scribble a thought or two!

Mother and Daughter…

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‘You’re late, where have you been?’

‘Out…’

‘You’re twelve, I asked you to be in by nine…’

‘I know…’

‘I’m your mother…’

‘I know that too…’

‘So where have you been?’

‘Just out, mum…’

‘Is there some strange universe out there that you can’t speak about?’

‘No, mum. I’m just having fun. Why must I tell you everything?’

‘I need to know you’re safe…’

‘I am, mum. There’s nothing sinister going on. We just play music on the jukebox and I don’t want to be the first one to say I have to go home now. We like to walk home together, laughing about the boys.’

I hadn’t meant to say that last bit. Mum went quiet for a while. I guess she must be thinking about the boy thing I let slip out.

‘If I let you stay out until ten, I don’t expect you to take time and stretch it. No excuses, no being late, no telling me your watch stopped.’

Trying not to show my excitement, I said, Yes mum. Wondering why she had been so generous…

 

©anitadawes

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 10 – December 30th, 2019

 

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The world trembled

on the edge of a new year

Joey has run from the circus

Drunk on happiness

Balloons high in the air

Hopes of a new year awaits

He has taken the old year by the tail

Spun it high above his head

Into the future

There was much in the old one

Worth repeating

Fireworks flare, flashing

Filling the sky with colour

He lets go the strings

The air-filled orbs rush towards the heavens

Joey hopes they reach the place of dreams

Where wishes come true…

©anitadawes

# The Sunday Whirl #Wordle 436

 

 

I have seen the darkness, a trap for mankind

They strip away what’s left of trust

No time to stand still to share a few words

Everything is done on an electric wave

Called the internet.

You don’t need to tell me

I’m old fashioned, behind the times

I know I must move on or be left behind

So I have a long list of new things to learn

I pray God grant my mind the strength to survive

Till then, I ask you wish me luck

As my old feet step into a new world

I play with alphabetical keys as if sitting at my piano…

©anitadawes

 

Thank you for your support, without you, it wouldn’t be as much fun!

The Unexpected… #Poetry

 

The Unexpected

I believe the Universe has forgotten where I live

Opportunities pass by, barely leaving a flash

At times I wonder if I might have been born

On the dark side of the moon

Hidden from sight, forgotten

One day, Fate turned her face towards me

Illuminating my footsteps

One of which became caught in a hole

The field newly turned

Freeing myself

I found a hoard of Roman gold coins

I sat there on the dark earth, stunned

I felt the Universe smiling

The touch of a warm hand on my back…

©anitadawes

Jaye’s Question…

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This morning Jaye asked me how I come up with the words and poems for some of the prompts we do, as she is convinced she couldn’t do this quite as well herself. I dispute this.

I am not good with questions, they normally have me running for the hills.

That inner part of me belongs to me, I don’t like to spill it.

One of my many muses prompted an answer.

First, I think of something.

It could be a word overheard on tv, something I have read, the words of a song.

Whatever it is, one of my muses will jump in, I assume because they liked the thoughts in my head at the time. Then we work hand in hand.

I know the difference when I try to write without one of them. It’s mostly rubbish.

Thank God for outside help, or I would be very bored.

It’s as simple as that…

©anitadawes