My Chocolate Mug Cake Recipe 💕


So I’ve been feeling down recently (see my last post, it’s been diagnosed now so I’m going to get better) and there is nothing more lovely than making and eating a gloriously moist and gooey chocolate mug cake.

This is my go-to, indulgent but small, favourite chocolate mug cake recipe.

It is adapted from a BBC Good Food version that overflowed my mug and covered my microwave one too many times.

So here goes!


  • 2 tbsp Plain Flour
  • 2 tbsp Sugar (any ‘white’ sugar)
  • 1.5 tbsp Cocoa Powder
  • 1 Egg
  • 1.5 tbsp oil (vegetable is suggested, but I use olive too)
  • A drop of vanilla essence
  • Optional Extras, e.g. Chocolate chips, a spoon of chocolate spread/peanut butter


  1. Grab your mug, a big-ish mug is better.
  2. Put in all the dry ingredients first, the flour, cocoa and sugar. Mix well with a fork, making sure to mix in the bottom edges where flour likes to hide!
  3. Add the egg, break with a fork and mix in. It will get hard to stir and might look lumpy but that’s okay.
  4. Add the wet ingredients – milk and oil. Mix as well as you can, getting out as much of the powder and lumps left.
  5. This is the time to add optional extras like chocolate chips or a lump of peanut butter in the middle.
  6. Microwave on full heat for around 1.5 minutes!

The cake will rise and come above the mug lip in your microwave, but it shouldn’t spill over.

Please note: Any chocolate spread/peanut butter will spill over if you put too much!

If you are not brilliant with a lot of rich chocolate taste, I would recommend having some cream, vanilla ice cream or something with it to help with the rich flavour of the chocolate.

And that’s it!

Enjoy your cake and let me know how it turned out for you 🙂

There’s Something Wrong with Me


I’m not sure how to start this or end this, and the middle part might get a bit fucked up, but here goes.

I think I have an anxiety disorder. Or even depression. I’m not sure yet.

All I know is that I feel sad and lonely, I don’t want to leave my house or my families side (and who can work, meet their true love and make friends with parents in tow 24/7?), I feel hopeless, I have no confidence or if I do it gets knocked so easily, I keep crying and finally I feel guilty for it all.

I have a logical side that says it’s all stupid and irrelevant. But it doesn’t seem to matter.

I have no motivation to finish my Bookkeeping course sitting next to me, and feel guilty for that because I know I don’t have much time left to do it.

I find making real decisions hard, without someone’s support or aid.

I am always anxious about the stupidest things – walking into a room alone, answering the phone, making a phone call myself, going to meet friends, going out anywhere alone, trains, buses, money, life, work, being good enough, and everything else.

I feel lethargic. Even though I know I’m not, I tend to feel exhausted mentally if not physically by the end of a day.

And the worst part of all, the part that I hate and despise, is that little voice right now as I type this saying

You’re making it up.

A week ago you were running on the treadmill. How can you be lethargic?

You talk to people fine, how can you have anxiety?

You’ve only been tearful constantly since friday, really, so how is that true?

But I know this all started a long time ago.

Back when I first started to learn to drive a car. I took tests. Four in fact.

After each failure I lost all confidence and cried my heart out.

After the fourth attempt, my parents only had to mention driving and I would start crying.

Seriously, one word is all it took for my whole body to crash and my breath to catch and tears to fall. I avoided all talk of it. I avoided anything like it.

I didn’t say anything to do with it and hid away in my room until the feelings subsided.

Just like now when I keep myself busy to stop that unending feeling of dread – like I’m waiting for something hideously bad to happen – from coming back.

But when I’m alone, in bed, or in the back of the car with my thoughts, it returns.

I’m afraid of being alone, never finding love, money, work, and my future.

I don’t want to work. And I feel guilty for that too.

I feel guilty because I had a dream to be an actress, went to Uni for a Theatre degree and then did nothing to do any auditions because I was too scared.

Too frightened. And I told myself it was just the lack of money. That I might do it in the future. But I never will.

I’m terrified that nobody will believe me when I say I think I have a problem. I’m not even sure I believe myself if that is possible?

Please, help me.

Organic Makeup, WHERE ARE YOU?

So I’ve officially decided that once I move out I’m going Veggie.

Even if I eventually fail and go back, I want to at least try. For my weight, my health and most of all for fun.

Because new is fun.

What I’m not so sure about is going Vegetarian with my makeup.

Where are all the organic makeup brands?

The vegan, cruelty-free gems I hear you speak of?

Apparently they’re all online, and all the Garnier’s, Loreal’s and Rimmel’s of the world exist in some sort of heavenly afterlife, stocking the shelves of all the common makeup stores so that I have no choice but to pine after their non-vegan shininess.

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Thank You, Kim K’s Butt

Recently I discovered a series of photos taken of internet sensation and mother of two, Kim Kardashian, and I was suitably relieved at see cellulite (not that it’s a bad thing, Kim!), wobbly legs and less-than-smooth skin.

It prompted me to save the images, in an act I can only explain as self-indulgence. I can now find these photos whenever I see my own legs and get depressed by all the imperfections. Continue reading

10 Life Goals for 2017

Despite being the middle of the damn year already (Sort of! Where does the time go?), I still have some major goal-achieving to do.

I’ve decided to document my 10 Goals for 2017, right here, right now, so that you know and I know and I can be accountable for achieving them.

I give you permission to shout and scream at me, should I fail to achieve any of them.

It’s okay, I’ll be shouting at myself too.

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