The last two weeks have been really weird.

Like, even weirder than usual, if you are me.

Two weeks ago I had one of those weeks where nothing terrible happens but the whole week feels like wading through treacle.

And I spent a teeny tiny bit too much time on social media comparing myself to the rest of the world and their shiny, swishy perfection and their white houses and toned abdominal areas and smoothie bowls.

And felt even worse.

But then last week, I went for a spray tan (I am currently in Portugal on a hen and thought the tan might disguise the lack of aforementioned abdominal muscles).

And well, I follow the rules.

I wore a slightly scuzzy maxi dress to avoid marking my good clothes.

And on the way home I did not wear my bra because it was lacy and push up and likely to wash all of the tan off my boobs and well my boobs are one of my better features and I want those looking tiptop at all times so I did not want patches of worn off fake tan.

Except on the way home I remembered I had to give a talk in a school.

And therefore had to do that in a slightly scuzzy maxi dress, with no bra on, and with my coat zipped up to the neck.

I managed to pass myself with the pupils and the teachers and my own sanity, but then when I got home my elderly neighbours insisted on taking me to Hillmount Garden Centre for a coffee.

In my scuzzy maxi dress.

Still no bra on.

And I shared this whole fandango on my Instagram stories and I literally have never had such a good response to any of the rubbish I spout on there.

I was doing a cookery demonstration at a show on Saturday and two complete strangers pulled up the sleeves of my jumper to inspect and see if the tan was worth it.

Apparently it was.

Phew.

And I came to realise that real life is OK and being a slightly ridiculous person is OK and sometimes carrying your bra around in your handbag might not be OK, but you can totally style it out and who even needs or wants to be shiny and swishy and perfect?

So I thought I would share a potato recipe with you.

Because these potatoes are a perfectly normal side, but with a Mrs P twist, and every time I post them on Instagram, everybody goes insane for them.

I really hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

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Take some baby potatoes.

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Cut in half.

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Place in a pan of boiling water.

It will stop boiling as soon as you put the spuds on but if you apply heat it will start boiling again as if by magic and sorcery.

Or physics.

Whatever.

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After 10 minutes, drain the potatoes into a colander.

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Throw them onto a baking tray.

Then fire on some olive oil…

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Balsamic vinegar…

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And salt…

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Toss well, then bake for 30 minutes.

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Remove from the oven, and serve.

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Balsamic roasted potatoes.

Serves 2. Cooking time 45 minutes.

  • 150g baby potatoes
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
  • Pinch salt
  1. Half the potatoes and place in a pan of boiling water.
  2. Boil the potatoes for 10 minutes.
  3. Preheat the oven to 180 degrees.
  4. Drain the potatoes and place in a baking tray.
  5. Add the oil, vinegar and salt, stirring well.
  6. Roast for 30 minutes.
  7. Serve.