Exactly how far are you prepared to travel to get your chops round some tasty yoghurts? Well Isabelle thinks nothing of traveling 162 miles. These aren’t just any yoghurts… these are the new Ella’s Kitchen dairy desserts. So Isabelle took me all the way to London to get some super fine treats. There is no stopping her sometimes.
I was a little apprehensive about the train journey, what if Isabelle cries all the way, wants to crawl everywhere, or make diva demands to upgrade to first class but in actual fact it was really easy and I got chatting to a lovely lady all the way there, whilst Isabelle snoozed in her pushchair cosily placed in the luggage area. There were plenty of people around willing to help me on and off the train too. Good work general public, the community spirit does exist.
So we arrived at Kentish Town, City Farm to be greeted by the fab Ella’s Kitchen team and a delicious picnic style buffet. It was all so tasty and I really wish I had eaten more. I should’ve stuffed my cheeks squirrel style but you never feel comfortable going back for seconds even if you are invited by the hosts to fill your plate again. Can’t wait until Isabelle is old enough for me to use her as my under cover plate re-filler.
We met Paul, Ella’s Dad. That was kind of cool really, as he is a true inspiration. A real down to earth guy, who had a great idea for his children and just went with it. The farmyard setting was perfect for a dairy launch, I loved the attention to detail with cow print bunting, balloons and spoons, there was a real sense of fun in the atmosphere with a slight hint of farmyard animal smell or was that just Isabelle.
Paul informally chatted about the new dairy products whilst Isabelle practiced putting a cherry tomato onto a stool and taking it off again, on and off, on and off. Whether she was listening or not, I don’t know it certainly didn’t hinder her eating them. The range includes fromage frais, rice pudding and thick yoghurts all of which, I am happy to wolf down in seconds and add to my shopping list for Isabelle. For one, they are really tasty which is obviously key but they are also considered right down to the pot sizes, weaning stages, textures, tiny tummies and self-feeding. Isabelle is now at a stage where she will not let me feed her with a spoon so the thick and creamy yoghurts are perfect as she tries to master her spoon skills. Not going well so far, most of the yoghurt is eaten from her hands, the wall, or the floor, the five-second rule does not apply in our house.
It really was a fun filled day with cow print galore, inspiration, muddy animals, noisy animals, cute toddlers and like minded people who are passionate about good, healthy food. Isabelle and I hopped back on the train up north somewhat dirtier but happier than when we set off. Isabelle had muddy knees and wore a scratch on her cheek. I’d love to say it was from riding a goat over a hedge but in truth she did it herself after getting giddy with a cow balloon.
We’ve since found a use for all our empty yogurt pots. Isabelle is trying to ring her cousin Rose in Australia using the traditional string + yoghurt pot method. Rose can you hear me?
In other news: Don’t tell Isabelle but I keep eating her apple and cheese biccie snacks and then having to point them up for my weight watchers tracker. Too much temptation everywhere!