Plants, Mental Health and the Tale of Momma

If you’d told me ten years ago that I would find tending to plants relaxing and good for my mental health, I’d have said you were a total stinking liar (sorry, but I would.) I didn’t see myself making 30, so anything beyond that was unobtainable.

But I’m still here. I’m now a writer, and I’m probably the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. What does this have to do with plants? I hear you ask – well, if it’s not you, it must be one of the other voices in my head. Anyway, someone asked, so I’m going to tell you.

I’ve never been great at taking care of things. I didn’t take care of myself, so looking after any other living thing was a no go. But now I find peace and relaxation in the taking care and nurturing of plants; I blame Alex for this.

When we moved into this house 3 years ago, Alex’s mum bought us a plant. We have no idea what type of plant it is; we just refer to it as “Momma.”

We were given the plant with the notion that we probably wouldn’t be able to keep it alive. But so far, we’ve done that and then some. So far, Momma has provided us with maybe 30(ish) baby plants – hence Momma. You see, it’s all
falling into place now.

Momma. First of her name. Mother of plants. Calmer of minds. Birther of babies.

Some of these young plants have been given to friends and family. These plants, in turn, have also produced young, so Momma’s family tree (that’s funny ’cause it’s a plant) now goes down several generations, and she’s still not finished. The last time we checked, another 2 babies were growing by her side.

Before Momma, the only plants I’d had were several cacti, a Venus flytrap and a chilli plant – I didn’t manage to keep any of these alive. But with her arrival, I’ve grown to appreciate the serene feeling you can get from watching something grow.

We’ve had several other plants over the past few years; some have lived, others haven’t. But Momma just keeps on going.

Although the only gardening that we can do in this house is watering the indoor plants, there’s something nice and calming about it. When I’m feeling a bit down, even just looking at the plants gives me some kind of peace and quiets
my noisy mind. On most days, I find myself checking on them, seeing if they need water or turning around to get better sun etc. It’s another thing for me to focus on rather than giving in to the negative thoughts that bounce around
inside my head.

We’re moving soon to our own house, and neither myself nor Alex can wait until we have a garden that we can actually do things with. We’re making plans for all the plants we want to buy or grow from seeds, and even this is kind of
relaxing, so when we’re finally able to get stuck in with it, I’m envisioning us becoming some kind of self-sufficient hippies that spend a lot of time outside in our little patch of garden.

As I said, I never thought I would feel this way about looking after plants. I owe this to Alex and her mum for opening my eyes to how it can feel to take care of plants.

Hopefully, Momma will continue to grow and flourish in our new home and will be with us for years to come as a symbol of my and Alex’s relationship moving on to new chapters and of what we can do if we take care of ourselves and others.

I’m having a few self-care days myself due to the imminent release of my next book, BLINDSIGHTED, so I’ll be checking on the plants and making sure that both myself and they are okay.

By the way, if there are any horticulturists out there maybe you could enlighten us as to what type of plant Momma is.

Take care of yourself and have a good weekend.

The Editing Struggle

When the week started, I was determined to get the paperback proof copy of Blindsighted edited, but it so far hasn’t happened for one reason or another. I’ve managed to get around three quarters the way through it, but the past couple of days haven’t been very productive.

I find editing a difficult thing to do when my head isn’t 100% in it. Generally, I don’t mind the process, it’s a necessary evil and is a critical process in writing a book, but when my head is having an off day, I just can’t get going with it.

Writing is something that helps me get through some bad days. The act of creating and engaging with the characters and worlds calms my brain and gives me something good on which to focus. With editing, though, I don’t get that.

As I’m going through something that I’ve already been through multiple times, nothing new is grabbing my attention and focus. I find my mind drifting and thinking about other things more often, and I end up missing things that need to be altered or corrected, which, in the end, will only harm the story.

As much as I want to get this draft completed – I think it will be the last – I don’t want to rush it, miss things and then put it out into the world only for people to pick up on my mistakes.

If I could afford to hire an editor, I would do, but as it stands, I don’t have the money available to me to do so. So, for now, I have to do the bulk of the work.

I’m really pleased with how Blindsighted has turned out; it’s very different from my last book, The Next Stage. It’s been good to write a different story genre, from something that was heavily sci-fi to this paranormal horror is a welcome change.

I don’t know what genre I want to write at the minute, or even if I want to stick to just one, I think I may end up being more of a multi-genre author. Of course, for that to happen, I need to get Blindsighted released.

I haven’t set a specific date for release as I don’t want to rush things and put more pressure on myself than I already do. I’ve said before that I’m hoping to release in the next couple of months, but if I set a date, I will probably only beat myself up if I don’t meet the deadline. There’s no rush, and it’ll be out when it’s out. My mental health is more important than publishing a book. I need to make sure that I keep my brain happy; everything else will come in time.

Reading this blog back, I can see it’s a little bit all over the place. I’m struggling even to type this, if I’m honest. So, that being said, I’ll leave things here for now and get back to trying to edit.

Have a good weekend.

Anxiety and CBT

Anxiety. Like many other people with bipolar, anxiety is an added unwanted bonus that comes along with it.

For many, anxiety is a feeling that occurs every now and then and may be associated with a big event; for example, a job interview, talking in front of others. These situations are considered a normal cause of stress.

Some of the symptoms of anxiety may include;

  • increased heart rate
  • rapid breathing
  • restlessness
  • trouble concentrating

However, when you have anxiety in conjunction with another mental illness, these periods of anxious feelings can last days, weeks, months and can have a more significant effect on your mind and body, and the symptoms listed above could become overwhelming. They may stop you from doing things you enjoy, seeing friends or going to restaurants. In extreme cases, they may prevent you from even leaving your house. If you don’t do anything about these feelings, they could get even worse.

I’ve previously talked about my anxiety in relation to a hospital appointment I had, but in the recent past, my anxiety would spike at anything from going to work to seeing family to thinking about going food shopping. Over the years, I have managed to gain a modicum of control over my anxiety, and it now only tends to raise its head at larger events, but that’s not to say that it still doesn’t happen unexpectedly.

To get my anxiety under control, I’ve had several bouts of CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy), which gave me some tools that help you take a little more control over your feelings. This isn’t a cure, it’s a management tool, and it doesn’t always work.

From CBT, I learned a few different techniques retraining my brain to not go straight to a particular situation’s negative aspects. For example, when I had to go somewhere, my brain would go straight to thoughts like “everybody will be watching me” or “what if X happens while I’m out.” To begin with, CBT was a difficult therapy for me, as it was all about pinpointing my thoughts about a given situation, which I found really hard to do as when I was sat with someone asking these questions, it was hard for me to think about what thoughts I would have.

For a time, I felt like I was going around in circles and that the whole therapy was a waste of time, but after finishing the sessions, certain aspects stuck with me, and I still use them today. For example, if I start to be anxious about going somewhere, I think about why that is. If I’m thinking that people are watching me or will be judging me, I tell myself that they don’t think that way and have other things to think about than me. Sometimes, even using this method, I struggle actually to talk myself into thinking everything would be okay, but those times are getting less and less as time passes.

When Alex and I got together, I struggled with going to her parents’ house. Although they are now family, I was worried about them judging me, and if I had a panic attack whilst there, I didn’t want them to think any less of me. I’ve since learned that they don’t care, and they just want to see me. It helped in a way that Alex and I both have Bipolar as she was able to tell me that they have dealt with her anxiety for years and mine was nothing new. It wasn’t something that they would judge me for or think any less of me for. It didn’t matter.

Unfortunately, anxiety still plays quite a big part of my life, and it can still be overwhelming at times. But for the most part, I’m getting better.

CBT isn’t a fix-all solution. There will be parts that help and others that don’t, but I would say that it’s worth at least a go if you’re really struggling. Of course, if you’re like me, you may get anxiety even going to the CBT sessions, which was fun. But after a few, I got used to them, and it just became something I had to go to for a few weeks.

Like with many things related to mental illness, anxiety can be difficult to talk about, especially if you think others are judging you. But be assured that everyone out there suffers from it at some time of their life and to varying degrees. You’re not alone.

Friday Restday

Earlier this week, I finished my latest draft of my next book, Blindsighted.

Before I did anything more on that novel, I tried to do some further work on Creatures 2. This didn’t go as planned.

When I finish a project that I’ve been so into, like a novel draft when I finish, it leaves me feeling somewhat lost. I try to jump straight into something else despite knowing how it’s going to go *Spoiler Alert* it doesn’t go well.

I don’t know what it is, but I sit there with a project open, and I’m raring to go, but I just go “meh” and can’t get started when I look at it. I generally try to push myself through the feeling and try to get my enthusiasm back, but it tends just to frustrate me, and I don’t do anything, and if I do, it’s not my best work.

Also, I find myself doubting everything that I’ve just done on my current WIP during this time. I feel like it’s not as good as it could be and that no one will like it. I went through all these stages when I was working on The Next Stage, so I know that people do enjoy my work and that I am good at what I do. There’s always that nagging doubt that I find it difficult to get rid of at the back of my mind.

I don’t know whether this is part of my bipolar or anxiety that is telling me I’m not good enough and gives me the imposter syndrome that I’ve mentioned before. But whatever it is, it’s bloody annoying!

Yesterday after a couple of hours of work, I gave up and played some of the Final Fantasy VII Remake. Today I’m not even attempting to work because I know I’ll just get annoyed – plus my hip is killing after doing some house stuff – so I’m going to spend the day sitting on our new, very comfortable bed, playing something and working myself up to doing more work on Monday.

Have a good weekend all, and hopefully, I’ll have some new exciting updates on my writing on Monday. Don’t forget, though, if you need to take some downtime to get your brain a break and get your mental health topped up; it’s okay to do so.

Moving House: A Stressful Time

Moving house has often been said to be one of the most stressful things that a person can do in their lifetime. But, when most days are stressful due to a mental health condition, moving house because even more challenging and can almost break you.

Alex and I have been going through the process of buying a new build property for the past several months – yes, we decided to make a stressful thing even worse by doing it during a pandemic. But we were at the point where we were getting fed up with pissing our money up the wall while renting.

The moving itself isn’t the thing that we find stressful it’s everything else that comes with it. It’s the solicitors and mortgage brokers that just seem to make everything that little bit more complicated. I swear they use words that even they don’t understand just to be difficult. It’s tough to deal with these things, but when you’re having a day where you’re fighting against your brain just to get through the day in one piece, receiving emails and phone calls from people saying things you don’t understand only compounds the issues and make you question whether it’s all worth it.

Thankfully, we’re coming to the end of the nonsense now. We have exchanged contracts on our new build home, and we’re now just waiting for the interior to be finished. We’re hoping to be in there in the next couple of months, and honestly, we can’t wait.

I’ve rented since I moved out at 23, and I thought that always would. The house that we’re currently in is the first house I’ve rented, the other rentals were flats, and despite renting this house, it’s the first place I’ve truly felt at home, and I think that feeling will only intensify when we moved into a house that we actually own.

I’d be lying if I said that having a mortgage over us wasn’t a scary prospect. It puts an extra layer of pressure on our already fragile minds, but it’s something we want to do, so we’re focusing on getting in there and all the things we can do when we move in.

With the rental we’re in, we’ve not really been able to do a lot of personalising because when we decide to leave, we have to return it to pretty much the state it was when we moved in. This has meant not being able to put shelves up and instead having bulky bookcases in rooms where we might not have done, having a garden that we can’t do anything with. When we move, we plan to grow a lot of things in it and even have a greenhouse. Not being able to plant anything in our current garden has limited us as to what we can grow in pots. I never thought I’d be bothered about a garden, but recently I’ve started to really look forward to growing all sorts of fruit and veg so we can be a little bit more self sustained.

To keep ourselves busy and our minds off the interminable wait, we’ve been going through all of our stuff and either packing up what we won’t need until we move or just outright getting rid of things. It’s incredible how stuff builds up. When we were moving into our current house, we got rid of a load of stuff from the flat, but over time things just build up again…mainly mugs, for some reason.

The other thing we’ve been doing is planning how our rooms are going to be; I’ve especially been thinking about this because I want to be able to set up my games room and all my consoles – retro and new – in a space similar to how I had it here. I’ve got them all packed away at the minute, but I can’t wait to get them out and use them again. 

We can see the light at the end of the tunnel now. In some ways, this is good because we know we’ll be in there soon. But there’s also that impatient part of our heads that wants to be in there now. We’re just lucky that the pandemic hasn’t caused any real delays in the building of our new home. We’ve been keeping everything crossed that everything goes according to plan. We’ve even been driving by every couple of weeks to do our own little drive-by check on the construction progress. It’s just a shame that now that it’s the interior being done, and we can’t really see how it’s going, but we do get regular calls from the developer to update us, so at least that’s something.


I look forward to sharing some images of our new home when we move in. I’m sure many projects will spawn and I will probably end up telling you about them here. So stay tuned.

A Link to the Past

This morning I started playing the Final Fantasy VII remake, and it got me thinking about how much time I put into the original when it first came out. I also started to think about other games that I’ve spent hundreds of hours playing, games like Skyrim or Sim City. But the game that I think I’ve played the most is probably my favourite game; The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past.

I can’t remember when I first played it, but I was only young when it was released back in 1991, and we probably bought it not long after.

The SNES was one of the first consoles that we had after the original NES, and I spent hours playing the likes of Super Mario and Street Fighter II. Although I wasn’t very good at either, I still put the time into learning how to play.

When A Link to the Past came around, I’d never played a game like it before. It was one of the first open-world games that I played, and I was hooked straight away.

I can’t pinpoint exactly why I got so into it. I just remember loving the graphics, the combat and -later in the game – teleporting to a different world, I also loved the fact that it game with a game map – a map that I blue-tacked to my wall and that hung there for years. I would spend hours in Hyrule slashing my way through enemies and bosses. It took me quite some time to finally finish it, and I didn’t give up until I did. But that wasn’t the end of it.

With ALTTP, there aren’t the same story choices as you get in games these days. It was pretty linear despite being open world, and if you finished it once – other than going back and getting the upgraded gear – there really wasn’t anything else to do. But after I finish and put it down, moving on to something else, I still wanted to go back and replay it.

We got rid of the SNES – for some reason, I can’t fathom – many years ago. And when I bought another one when I started to gather my collection of retro consoles, ALTTP was one of the first games that I had to get, and when I played it, I felt the same joy that I did when I was younger – although this time it took me a fraction of the time to finish it.

I said at the start, this is the game I’ve probably put the most time into, and all that time culminates into probably finished the game around 25-30 times, and yet I’m still not bored of it.

When A Link Between Worlds came out on the 3DS, and I saw that it incorporated ALTTP into a new game, I couldn’t help but buy it. This too, I’ve finished a few times, although not as many as ALTTP.

When I bought the mini SNES when it came out, ALTTP was the first game I played. I honestly can’t play this game enough.

A Link to the Past will always have a place in my heart and mind. When I’m feeling less than great, it’s a game that I can always come back to. I don’t have to think about it all that much, but it gives my mind something to focus on when I can’t concentrate on anything else.

Although I’ve played the other Legend of Zelda games, none have stuck with me as much as ALTTP and – as much as I’ve enjoyed playing them – I don’t think any of them will.

Do you have a game like this? A game that you can keep going back to over and over? One that holds a special place in your heart for whatever reason? Let me know.

No One is Going to Steal My Sweetroll (Recipe)

Skyrim. Is there any place where I have spent more time slaying dragons, raiding towns and trying to find a woman named Lydia?

It’s a huge game with a lot going for it even a decade after its release. in this blog I’ll be showing you how to make one of the most well-known deserts in the land; a sweetroll. You will no longer have to cry because someone stole yours, because now you can make your very own.

This is what they look like in-game;

Appetising eh? Scroll to the bottom to see how ours turned out. If you don’t want the spoiler then just keep on reading.


  • 250g butter
  • 250g self-raising flour
  • 225g caster sugar
  • 5 large eggs
  • 50g raspberry jam
  • 2tbsp Chambord liqueur (optional)

For the Glace icing:

  • 125g icing sugar
  • 15ml milk of your choice
  • Dash of vanilla extract (optional)


  • STEP 1 – Preheat the oven to 180C/160C Fan. Grease your bundt tin until fully coated and set aside. Combine the butter and caster sugar into a large mixing bowl and beat until creamed.

*Note*If you’re using the Chambord; add this to the mixture now. If you don’t want to use the liqueur then you can add the equivalent amount of extract of your choice in it’s place.

  • STEP 2 – Crack the eggs into a smaller mixing bowl or jug and beat until combined. Beat a third of the eggs into the cake mixture until combined. Then add around a third of the flour; folding it into the mixture rather than beating. This will retain the cake’s ability to rise so mix carefully! Continue alternating between eggs and flour until all have been combined.
  • STEP 3 – Place have of the mixture into the bundt tin and smooth it out. Once this is done, place the jam into a bowl and mix it until there are no big lumps of jam remaining. You don’t have to do this, but it does make it easier for the next step.
  • STEP 4 – Dot the jam around the bundt tin, almost so that it forms a ring on top of the smoothed mixture. Once all the jam has been added you can go ahead and pour the remaining mixture into the bundt tin on top.
  • STEP 5 – Smooth the mixture out again and then place in the middle of the pre-heated oven for 35 minutes, or until a skewer inserted close to the centre of the cake comes out clean. Leave the cake to cool before turning out of the tin.
  • STEP 6 – While waiting, enjoy a brew.
  • STEP 7 – Once the cake is freed from the tin you can ice it; combine the icing sugar, milk and vanilla extract (if using) into a bowl and mix until completely smooth. If your mixture isn’t runny then add a splash more milk; if it’s too runny and very thin then add some more icing sugar.
  • STEP 8 – Once you’ve made your icing then go ahead and spoon it over the top of your cake, adding “drips” in various places to recreate the Skyrim Sweet Roll look. Once you’ve done this leave the icing to set so that it doesn’t go everywhere when you cut into it.
  • STEP 9 – Enjoy!

So that’s how to make your very own sweetroll. Ours didn’t last very long as it tasted amazing. I hope yours turn out just as good. If you do have a go, let me know how it turned out and maybe send me some pictures.

We did this when my brain wasn’t letting me write and the process of baking did calm my chattering mind. Not enough to allow me to write, but it did help. I hope it helps you too.

An Unexpected Week Away from Writing

I started the week with every intention of getting through the second draft of Blindsighted. Unfortunately, my brain had other ideas.

I generally check my book sales a couple of times a week to see how things are going and if there are a few blank spaces, I’m fine with it, and I just get on with things. But when I checked them on Monday and could see that I hadn’t had any sales for some time it got to me.

When I say “it got to me,” I really mean it. I started to question my reasons for writing and what – if any – the point of it all was. For some reason, my brain focused on the zero sales and decided that sales were the only reason I was doing things and that if I didn’t have any, there was no point.

I have several different reasons why I write other than sales. I enjoy it, for one, and It calms my mind at troubled times, being able to escape to a world of my creation. Sales are just a small thing, really. It’d be nice to have more, but even getting my work out to a single person who enjoys it is worth it.

I think the issue this week stemmed from seeing several people screenshotting their KDP sales and everyone having more than me. I began to question what I was doing wrong and what more I could do to have sales like others.

The Next Stage is a far superior book to my first book, but when I see that Creatures has more overall sales and pages read, I just couldn’t get my head out of thinking I was sh!t and what I was spending my time doing was pointless.

I voiced my thoughts on Twitter, and I’m happy to say that I had several responses telling me it was okay to keep going and that they loved my work. This did a little to spur me on, but I’ve still been unable to write anything.

This week hasn’t been a total waste, though. I got back to my streaming on Twitch with Ghost of Tsushima, which I’m really enjoying. My streams don’t attract a huge audience, but those that do seem to enjoy it and interact with me while I play. This has done my exhausted and warring brain the world of good, and it’s showed me that I can do things and what I’m doing is worthwhile.

I’m going to chalk this week up to being “one of those weeks” and leave writing until next week. Of course, the other reason for this is that we managed to grab a PS5 which should be delivered today, so I’ll be spending my time on that, relaxing and getting my brain to calm.

I’m still aiming to get Blindsighted out in the next couple of months, but I’m not going to push it. If I do it, I do it, but my brain is stressed enough at the minute without adding extra pressure.

For now, though, I bid you a good weekend.

Publishing Perils and Mental Health

I self-published The Next Stage back in October. Before I did this, however, I sent it out to a few publishers that when I didn’t hear back from, I decided to go ahead with publishing it myself.

A few weeks ago I received an email from one of the publishers that I’d sent to, saying they would like to publish it.

I won’t lie; this got me a little excited as I thought I was finally getting somewhere. Unfortunately, this feeling wasn’t to last.

We looked into this publisher and found that they had published some fairly well-known books, so we thought “Great, they seem reputable.”

After reading the email more thoroughly, I found that they didn’t want to publish my book with a traditional contract, but with something they termed ‘Hybrid.’ I was still excited though as I still thought that this was going to be
something good.

However, when we started to look into what that meant, and the testimonies of others that have tried to do things this way, my good feeling evaporated and left me feeling down.

Let me explain what we found.

Basically, the hybrid contract that this publisher was offering sounded pretty much like self-publishing, only you’re not doing it, you’re paying someone else to do it for you. And for this service, they would ask for a pretty large sum of money – which I don’t have.

We started to look into what other people have said about these kinds of contracts, and the good feeling faded further.

Many people said that this company took their money and did very little for them. That they refused to do any of the marketing that they promised to do. It seemed that they reneged on all of their promises to other authors and left them with a book that was selling and a massive deficit in their finances. This just wasn’t what I wanted to hear.

I’ve only been writing for a while, and I am well aware of the perils of traditional publishing. You may get twenty refusals for every one acceptance, but having this acceptance snatched away from me so unceremoniously took a real bite out of my mental health.

There was part of me wondering what the point of even trying was. I felt like I wasn’t going to get anywhere.

Now, I know that The Next Stage is a good book. The reviews speak for themselves. But struggling with a mental health issue means that even the slightest setback, can cause significant damage to my self-esteem and my want to continue with my writing career.

I’ve now recovered from this setback – because that’s all that it was – I’m continuing with my writing, and I’m probably a few months away from my next release, but this whole thing has left a bitter taste in my mouth when it comes to sending my books to publishers.

I know that not all publishers are likely to give me the experience I had above, but I’m now warier than ever about dealing with anyone.

I hope that in the future I will feel confident enough to send things out once again, but for now, I’m just going to stick to doing things myself. It’s hard doing everything from writing to publishing and marketing yourself. But I feel a modicum of control over it now which I’m not willing to give up at the sake of my mental health.

I warn any other – not just those with mental health issues – to be wary of who you send your books to. Please make sure you research them beforehand and be sure of what you’re doing. I obviously didn’t do enough. I think I was probably having a very slight manic “this will be a good idea” moment. But at least now I have learned from the mistake and am now able to continue with my writing.

Hip Update + Bonus Recipe

It’ll soon be the year anniversary of when my hip started to hurt – woo!
Sometimes I don’t feel like I’ve come very far with it. I’m on a high dose of
strong painkillers and still experience a lot of pain daily.

Having said this, I’m making progress to getting it fixed. Last year I had
my MRI to actually tell me what was wrong, physio to help me strengthen my leg
and a steroid injection into my joint to reduce pain, and now I’m waiting for
another appointment with hopes of getting surgery on it.

I’ve never had any kind of surgery, the only thing I’ve really had done on
the physical side is stitches in my head for when I cracked my head open when I
was younger…twice. I’ve never had an operation or broken a bone so even the
thought of having surgery – as much as I want it done to stop the pain – is
still something that I’m anxious about.

I’m hoping that I’m on the final run to getting it sorted, but it’s still a
tough time, and it’s all still taking its toll on my mental health. Some days
are better than others, but there are still times when I’m fed up of having to
take so many painkillers and just want to stop, regardless of the pain I’m in.

But for now, I’ll continue to plod and get through the best I can until my
next appointment, which will hopefully get on the list for surgery.

As my post with the flapjack recipe was a hit, we decided to make some
shortbread biscuits and post the recipe below:


Shortbread Recipe


300g sugar
600g butter
900g plain flour (plus additional for rolling out mixture)
200g bar of dark chocolate


  • STEP 1 Preheat oven 180c or 160 fan.
  • STEP 2 Weigh out sugar, butter and then mix until completely combined.

  • STEP 3 Roughly chop chocolate and add to mixture.

  • STEP 4 Add flour and mix until combined. Start off with wooden spoon then when majority is mixed use hands.

  • STEP 5 Sprinkle some flour on worktop and roll the dough until it’s about 1cm thick.

  • STEP 6 Using a cookie cutter cut out the shapes you want for the biscuits (we used a glass mug)

  • STEP 7 Place the cut out biscuits on to tray lined with grease proof paper.

  • STEP 8 Put tray in oven for 30 minutes or until light brown.

  • STEP 9 Leave to cool on rack.

  • STEP 10 Enjoy!

As with the flapjack recipe, if you give them a go please let us know how they turn out.