Milly Johnson - My Yorkshire weekend
PUBLISHED: 15:08 22 July 2011 | UPDATED: 19:10 14 January 2014
Bestselling author and Come Dine With Me winner Milly Johnson explains why there's no place like her Barnsley home
Im writing two books a year at the moment so its important that I chill at the weekend and spend quality time with my two boys as I suspect Ill slide into the background very soon, abandoned for mates and girlfriends.
Im a home-bird at heart and am quite happy to do nothing more adventurous than stay in Barnsley and recharge my batteries.
While recharging, I cook. I won Come Dine With Me in my hometown and love to unwind in my kitchen. I often have friends around on Friday night for dinner, relaxing with good food, good company and a good bottle of vino (or five). I have a huge table in my dining room and like nothing better than to see all the chairs around it filled.
On Saturday I like to mosey around town with my boys buying our Sunday
lunch meat and veg from the market and yummy posh treats from Rob
Royd farm shop.
In the warmer months well take a drive out to the fabulous Delph House
Farm ice-cream parlour on Ingbirchworth Road. And rain or shine, we spend Saturday night snuggled up on the sofa with the cats and dog watching TV.
Sunday can go one of two ways. We often go to the cinema in Sheffield. As a family, we love stories and happily spend our time parked in front of the big screen sharing a bucket of popcorn. Or Ill park myself at
the kitchen table with lots of Sunday newspapers and pots of coffee while the boys do their homework or disappear on their bikes with their friends.
I always make lunch for us and my parents who live nearby. So youll generally find me with my sleeves rolled up trying to find new and inventive ways with vegetables.
After lunch, we take a constitutional around the park so my Eurasier dog, Teddy, can run riot. Hes a beautiful boy who looks like a lion but has the
temperament of a daft sheep. He likes nothing better than to play with other dogs and smell every tree trunk.
Needless to say, hes usually asleep five minutes after arriving home. We bought him to help us keep fit but hes the laziest creature alive.
Sunday evenings are lovely, made for Poirot with a picnic supper of fresh
bread, cheese, homemade chicken bites and pt. Unless its a Sunday preceding a no-school Monday, then well head off to the rugby club en masse with friends for the weekly quiz which is always very entertaining and a real test of the leetle grey cells.
So, there you have it. Im not an author at the weekend. Im just mum.