Fruit Danishes, a “how too” guide.

The weather recently has not been the spring sunshine that my heart has desired but I have used my time wisely, baking my little heart out. Fruit Danishes are my new go-too food, as they are packed with fruit and a perfect sized snack for an afternoon break. I thought I would share with you my “how too” guide for making these lovely semi-healthy treats (we all have to be naughty sometimes).

Homemade is not only healthier, but it is cheaper and this recipe should make at least 6, which you can freeze and use over time. I find that homemade treats are a perfect way to save money, instead of buying convenience food locally, which I was 100% guilty of.

Puff Pastry is a labour of love and very time consuming, so I am using the cheat method (pre-made puff pastry) to make it easier and more enjoyable, with a guaranteed perfect result.

Tip: You can use a drizzle of icing, once the pastries have cooled, for a nice finish. However I haven’t included this step within this method as I wanted it to be as quick and easy as possible.

You will need:

Non-Stick Baking Paper
1 Roll of Puff Pastry
1 Bag of Frozen Fruit of your choice
Milk (I used Full Fat but Semi-Skinned is just as good)
Granulated Sugar

  1. Pre-heat the oven to Gas Mark 6 and line two baking trays with Non-stick Baking Paper.
  2. Un-wrap the pre-made puff pastry and leave to sit on the side for 10 minutes at room temperature. This will make it easier to unroll and cut into squares.
  3. Cut the pastry into 6 even squares as I have found this to be a perfect portion size (however you can cut them larger or smaller). Place two squares onto one tray, evenly spaced, as the pastry will grow in size and you don’t want them merging together.
  4. Place two generous spoonfuls of Frozen Fruit (you can use fresh, I have experimented using both and they taste the same) onto the centre of each pastry square and sprinkle with 1-2 teaspoons of granulated sugar, depending on how sweet you would like your centres. Repeat this process on all 6 pastries.
  5. Fold the remaining pastry towards the centre, creating a picture-frame like boarder, with the fruity centre exposed. 
  6. Glaze the pastry with milk (you can also use an egg). I found milk makes the pastry taste a little sweeter. You can use a brush to do this, however I used a finger (make sure you wash your hands before doing this step). Again repeat this process on all 6 pastries. 
  7. Sprinkle the edges with some more sugar, but only enough to give a nice finish and not a tooth-ache.
  1. Place the tray on the middle shelf of the oven and cook until golden brown which is about 10-15 minutes worth of baking, but this may vary depending on the oven.
  2. Once you are happy with the colouring, remove from the oven and let them cool or you can put them in the fridge on a plate, to speed up the process. 
  3. Enjoy!

If you have any tips or ideas for me to try, I would love to hear from you. And if you get around to making any Fruit Danishes from my “how too” guide, I would love to see some pictures…

You can contact me on Instagram: Pipedream_ or on the comments below.
Happy baking!

Pipedream x

In love with a candlestick…

I know I was not the only one feeling a little emotional as I sat in the sticky cinema chair, with my popcorn, expectantly waiting for Beauty and the Beast to start.
Disney holds a sacred place in many a person’s heart, as it made up the foundations of a lot of our childhoods, and that showed. Because 2/3 of the audience were adults, of course some attended with children (I know deep down they were using the child as a scapegoat to relive their childhood. I’m guilty of that) but it gave me a warm, tingly feeling to think that we were all sharing a moment, returning us briefly back to our childhoods. Yes, I am a hopeless romantic and I am not ashamed.

Now, even though I eagerly anticipated Beauty and the Beast coming out onto the big screen, I also had my doubts. I of course have no professional ground to stand and critique this film but because it was my go-to afterschool TV choice, I feel like it is my duty to want the absolute best for it.

I cannot deny that I was wary of Emma Watson playing one of my most adored protagonists, landing a whopping $15 million for the privilege. I always worry when an actor goes from one well known film to another, but the Harry Potter star has gracefully taken a step from fandom to fandom and I feel like this generation of children will no longer know her as Hermione but as Belle.

As a ‘Tale as old as time’ filled the cinema, I cannot pretend that I didn’t let out a tear or two. That exact moment was everything 5-year-old me, on my beanbag at home, had ever dreamed of and it made me emotional. The dress, the Beast, the staging could have made my heart burst, it was beautiful. Kudos to Bill Condon.

Dan Stevens (The Beast) has been an apple of my eye since his Downton Abbey days but hold up, I never expected to leave the cinema in love with a candlestick. Lumiere was charming, witty and thoughtful and Ewan Mcgregor was the perfect person to play such a character. Even in his metallic state, I was enraptured with his charm, so much so that I was a little disappointed when he returned to his former self.

(Not my picture)

Now I could write and write and write about the truly amazing cast within this film… BUT that would give so much away. I feel that Beauty and the Beast has been tastefully projected into a modern era and I know I’ll be off to see this film again shortly as I cannot recommend it enough.

Sorry for the lack of posts recently.


Pipedream x

Follow the road ahead.

The sun is shining, the sea is calm and after a busy weekend the streets of Hastings are positively empty.
Unlike last week, my Monday has already been 100% more organised. I have completed the dreaded food shop before work, defeated the ‘floor-drobe’ fashion faux pas and have finally sat behind the wheel of a car again.

Since a very young age cars and I haven’t been friends. I think it all stems from the fact I was nearly (don’t dismiss the “nearly” as an over dramatisation on my part) wiped out by a car on my way to school.  After battling sweaty palms and the fear of vehicles driving alongside me, I had to come to terms with the fact that within today’s society, driving a car is a necessity and I had to just get on with it. (I mean there is an abundance of public transport, but only when it chooses to arrive)

I started my lessons last June, which now seems like forever ago, with the intention of passing my test by September, and looking back I was completely over-ambitious. There is nothing wrong with being over-ambitious but sometimes there are limitations as to what is physically possible… and I had overstepped them. However, I am like a dog with a bone when I get an idea into my head and unless I make the mistake myself, nothing can stop me. The dedication was positive but the expectations of myself weren’t. I had saved for a long time to pay for an intensive course, because in my head doing it all in one go would prevent me from having time to establish the fear. This plan quickly revealed all of its flaws. I was incredibly nervous to start with but after a while I grew quietly confident. I actually really enjoyed driving for while as I am a practical person and I enjoyed the challenge. But as the lessons dwindled due to busy schedules, so did my confidence. A long story short, my inner defeatist got the better of me and I gave up.

However 4 Months and a cancelled test later, I find myself yet again behind the steering wheel. The time away allowed me to regain the determination to hopefully complete and overcome this hurdle. Luckily for me my first drive back wasn’t an absolute car crash (I’ve been desperate to slip in a car pun somewhere) and my confidence is now partly restored.   I may have wavered, but one thing I have learnt is too never rush in the pursuit of success. I can do it but in my own time. You cant rush progress.

Have a fab Monday.

Pipedream x

Trying to reconcile with my Monday.

Today I feel my Monday morning really lived up to its universally-acknowledged negativity.

This morning I was standing on a pile of my own clothes cursing out loud, as I openly expressed my envy towards all the people that have work uniforms (resulting in at least 10 minutes less stress a day, trying to find an outfit). Uniforms, I’m discovering the hard way, are really underrated.

My outfit ensembles were either too casual, too summery, too grunge, too “I look like I’m mourning a fictional character from the 1800s” for work. I stood in the mirror looking at myself in an oversized jumper, an over-worn dress and my over-tired face and accepted my losses. Today, I was portraying myself as an extra from Oliver and I was too far behind schedule (to get myself into work on time) to change. Monday- 1: Me – 0

Slapping on some BB cream (I mean who really has time for a full face of makeup on a Monday?) and running out the door, the weather did not disappoint.

I am usually a fan of walking in the wind and rain, it is usually really liberating. But today all that the weather aided was a pathetic fallacy for my own miserable morning. What. A. Grump. I. Was.

A gloomy George Street, Hastings.

I decided to laugh off the fact that the wind was now my very own awful hair stylist, as it didn’t really disrupt the self-inflicted mess on my head, that I had left the house with. (Looking back, I think it did me a favour. I got a lot more volume in my locks than I would have done with any mousse).

I stumbled into work with streaming eyes, wind burn and my tail between my legs. Living on the coast is lovely but it can also be pretty savage.

However, Monday is just a day of the week and not a good enough excuse for my negativity. It was easy to pass the blame onto Monday as the culprit for my misery, BUT I am 100% to blame. I spent my whole weekend putting everything off until Monday, making it physically impossible for me to have smooth pre-work morning. I over-slept, I didn’t prepare any of my clothes the night before and I had put off the food shop, resulting in no milk for breakfast. It is all too easy to pass the blame, when really it was all my own doing. To be honest, I had a really lovely Monday and it is a day like any other.

Love your Mondays like you love your Fridays, because every day is important when you’re alive.


Channeling Annie Lennox, due to alcohol-related frivolities.

Why? Is a question I ask myself often.

As I sit here in my faded pyjamas (only used in times of great need), my hair scraped back into a pony tail and Dirty Dancing playing softly in the background. Why? is a question predominantly on my mind.

Of course, I am talking rhetorically. I know full well as to why I am feeling a little worse for wear and how I got myself into that situation… The very dangerous, insufficient phrase “one drink” which I’m aware affects many of us on a day-to-day basis.

However, the root of the issue is all because of Mardi Gras. A festival taken very seriously by the once sleepy seaside town in which I live. For anyone unsure of what Mardi Gras is, it is a celebration that can last for anything up to two weeks, finishing on Fat Tuesday (or commonly known as Shrove Tuesday) involving lots of dancing, brilliant live music and carnival celebrations that engulf the streets. However luckily for me, Hastings’ Mardi Gras lasts only one weekend but it is something not even a ‘home hermit’ like myself can refuse to enjoy.

Fat Friday commenced. A few drinks too many; listening to fabulous live music from a local band and free counselling from my friend later, the night rolled on leaving me with less than 6 hours before I had to get up for work.

Now, I am an avid sleeper, and the limited hours prevented me having such a luxury. I made it into work (a little later than expected) in an outfit not fit for the Supermarket. I survived the day AND the quizzical glances from customers as I supported the bags under my eyes as if they were Gucci. But I owe my perseverance to a little pot of goodness.

Christmas 2016 I received a purple pot full of natural ingredients (such as Lavender, Avocado and Beeswax) in a gel like consistency that was supposedly able to reduce or stop a hangover. Dubious I was, wasteful I am not.
I followed the Alice in Wonderland-esque instructions, dabbing the concoction on my wrists and temples, feeling a little bemused and dramatic, because my self-inflicted suffering wasn’t immediately over. Little did I know, that this little pot of hidden joy offered the cure for my booming headache and ratty behaviour… however it was only temporary.

I did have to reapply throughout the day, but the consistency is so oily that you don’t need an overly large amount, as it spreads a long way. Now I do know that regular hydration and carbohydrates also aided my “recovery”, but I cannot rule out the success of this wonderful little product. The soothing smell and kooky packaging stole my heart. I am a big fan and will always keep this in my bag, just in case.

So, for anyone interested in giving it a whirl (especially if you’re out on a work night. Naughty) I have provided the details below:

Product Name: Revive Me – Hangover Rescue Balm
Place of Purchase: Not on the High Street
Price: £8.95

Lots of love,
Pipedream x

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