I am humming coz Easter is coming! Just look at my hunny, dressed as a bunny, isn't he funny? Sorry, I'm being a goof. Spring vibes get to me and I rhyme like a bee. OK OK, I'm gonna stop now. 

pasen met hema

Fer and I are going to celebrate the heck out of Easter at the seaside next weekend and HEMA is the reason we're all ready and freaking adorable. OK, the later only goes for Fer but he is cute for the two of us. I mean, isn't this bunny outfit EVERYTHING?! My only questions is WHY DOES IT NOT COME IN MY SIZE?! Coz you know, I would totally wear it. While rhyming about bunnies, why they're worth all the moneys hehe. Talking sizes, it might say the outfit is meant for 3-6 year olds but don't let it stop you, oversize is in and as you can see, Fer pulls it off like a pro. It is now officially my favourite piece of Fer's wardrobe and I might get questions when he's older about the number of times he was on a picture in it in random settings. But that's ok. 

This is officially the first time I am organising (or participating) in an Easter egg hunt! Being an egg hunt virgin, I surely do appreciate the HEMA egg hunt kit. It has bunnies, it has eggs, it has chickens and it has sweet little clues to leave around too. I am no expert in the field, but for me it has all I need to make this egg hunt super duper fun! 

With this child of mine getting bored with everything after a few minutes, we never leave for the weekend away without a decent amount of toys but HEMA has us covered as well. Colouring pad, stickers, pluche toys, and even a cute wooden set, all Easter themed! I know who is going to enjoy himself during the weekend! 

easter celebration with hema

And here is the reason my friends even invite me to ever stay at their holiday home for a weekend. THE FOOD! And this time, THE CAKE. Coz there ain't no Easter brunch without the cake. And not just any cake, this year it's time for Easter's most adorable specked egg cake. Here is how to make your own!  


Cake of choice (I made a basic 4 layer sponge cake filled with whipped cream and berries, I used a small 12cm spring form. You can of course make a regular size 2 layer sponge cake instead). 
1 pack of HEMA Specked Eggs
375 g unsalted butter, softened
500 g powdered sugar
Liquid blue food color
1,5 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder
+ clean paint brush

To make mint-coloured buttercream, beat butter and powdered sugar with electric mixer until incorporated. Add one drop of blue food color at a time, beating until a light blue color is achieved. I only needed 2 small drops so be greedy on the food color if you want a nice mint-coloured and not blue buttercream. 

We will put 2 layers of buttercream on the cake. The first layer is applied to seal in any crumbs and to help smooth the surface of the cake. The second layer is our actual 'finish'.  
Dollop a large spoonful of buttercream onto the cake and then smooth it over the top of the cake to create a flat surface. Spread the icing around the sides of the cake and use a cake scraper or palette knife to make sure it is smooth. Chill in the fridge for two hours.

Put the finish layer of buttercream but this time do not smooth it too much, we are going for a rough effect on the cake. 

In small bowl, mix cocoa and vanilla. Load a paint brush with cocoa mixture. Holding the brush 15 cm away from the cake, gently spatter the mixture onto iced cake (practice first on a piece of paper). Cover entire cake with chocolate speckles. Finish off with specked eggs on the top of the cake. 




I don't mean my first Tinder date. I'm talking my first date. EVER. Not counting kissing boys behind school walls kind of 'dates'. This is my first 'let's go to movies and I want you to romantically kiss me goodbye' kind of a date. Courtesy of my diary that I rediscovered after million years. 

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I'm 14. First year of high school. There is this boy. He is 2 years older. He has long, blond hair. Not the 'hard rock' kind of long hair. More like those Hanson boys from the MMMbop song kind of long hair. 

It's Valentines Day. I make 14 cards (Yes. 14. I always was a 'go big or go home' kind of a girl.), I put them one into another. Like the Russian babushka doll. I write one word on each card. When you read them all together, I pretty much ask him to go out with me. Yeah, I know. 
I ask my dad to bring me to school early. I sit on the stairs of the main entrance. I know he has to use this entrance to get to his first class. It's not the first time I sit there just to see him. He arrives. I gather all the courage I have and approach him. I give him the cards. I say Happy Valentines Day. 

It takes him forever to open all the cards. I didn't really think this one through. He reads the cards. He looks at me and smiles. I smile back. He says "are these from Wanda?". 

Wanda is my classmate. Wanda is skinny and has beautiful blond locks. I'm chubby and if my hair looks good, it's by accident. I must look really confused. I mumble sth that it's not, that it's from me. I ask him again if he wants to go out. He hesitates but says yes. I'm too happy to think about his hesitation. Or about Wanda. 

He cancels twice. When we finally go on the date, it's April. I love American rom coms but I pick an intellectual movie. I might not be Wanda but I'm smart. I should be able to impress him with my wits. We're at the cinema. He doesn't stretch his arm and put it around me like I hoped. Maybe it's just not that kind of a movie. We leave the cinema, I ask how he liked the movie. He has nothing to say about the movie. 

We are having ice creams. Conversation is not flowing. To say it mildly. To say it less mildly, it's awkward AF. I remember I asked my mom to check his birthday. There is no internet to find out but she works at the town hall and has access to it. I tell him I can feel people's zodiac signs. He looks up. I say I feel he's a Leo. He nods but looks more scared than impressed.  I change the subject. 

We're walking back home. It's chilly and I didn't bring a jacket. I make a 'brrrrr I'm so cold' sound. He looks at me and asks if I'm cold. I smile and nod. I can already see the 'every romantic comedy scenario where he takes off his jacket and puts it over my shoulders'. He says I should have brought a jacket . There is no kiss goodbye. He never talks to me again. I guess he did like Wanda after all. 


I have been wanting to make loaded sweet potato fries for weeks. I found no time to make loaded sweet potato fries. Crafternoon with girls was coming, I figured instead of crafting I will make loaded sweet potato fries. 

I make loaded sweet potato fries. I take a picture of them for this blog. I let girls take pictures of loaded sweet potato fries. I take another one or two for my IG stories. I put loaded sweet potato fries on the table. I pick a photo for my IG story. I pick a filter. I post the picture in a story. I want to eat loaded sweet potato fries. I put my hand towards the bowl. There are NO LOADED SWEET POTATO FRIES! There are 3 pomegranate seeds and a leaf of coriander. Sneaky bitches ate the fries first and posted their pictures later. FML. 

*Although I cannot guarantee first hand that the fries were tasty, looking at the time in which they disappeared and my friends' instagram posts, they were fucking heaven. 


YOU WILL NEED (makes 2 portions if you eat it as a meal or a nice snack for 4-5): 
5 sweet potatoes
1/2 avocado, sliced
100 g feta cheese
2 tablespoons pomegranate seeds
1/2 lime, into wedges  
fresh coriander
olive oil
salt and pepper

Preheat the oven to 200ºC. Peel the sweet potatoes and cut each sweet potato into fries. Put in a bowl, season with salt and pepper and drizzle with 3 tablespoon of olive oil. Toss everything together to coat. Spread out into a single layer in a large baking tray (use two trays if necessary, when your sweet potato fries are too crowded, they will not become crunchy). Bake for 35 to 40 minutes, or until golden and cooked through. 

Put the sweet potato fries in a bowl. Crumble feta cheese over it. Put the slices of avocado and the lime wedges on the cheese. Finish off with pomegranate seeds and coriander. EAT AND BE QUICK! 


In my job I stand in front of the camera sometimes. Sometimes I do well. Sometimes I embarrass the shit out of myself. Here are three separate times I embarrassed the shit out of myself. If you feel awkward reading it, imagine being me. 

Situation 1: HOLA. 
First time filming live. I'm stressed AF. I don't know why I said yes. But I'm here. So let's just suck it up and do it. They get me ready. "We start in 10. You have to start by introducing yourself." Ok. 10 minutes left. I want to fix my make up. Find bathroom: check. Fix make-up: check. I look in the mirror. Let's practice that introduction. 'Hi, I'm Marta!' 'Helloooow, I'm Marta'. 'Holaaaa! Soy Marta. Ok, no that's just too much.' 'Hey there, my name is Marta'. 'Hellowkes, I'm Marta.' And 10 other ways to introduce myself. I go back. "We go live in 5!". "Cameras check, microphone on...." I'm sorry what??? Microphone on what??? Nooooo. No no no. 'Excuse me! Excuse me? Was my microphone on all this time?' "Yes. Or si si." Great. Just great. I knew hola was just too much. 

Situation 2: DO HIM.
I'm filming again. Day is going great. It's busy, it's chaotic, I love it. Crew is awesome and I mute my microphone when I talk to myself in the mirror. Well done, me. We have a break. My phone rings. It's Monika. I take the call in the toilet. She asks how it's going. I tell her how it's going. It's going really well. She asks if there are hot men. "Yeaaah' I say. 'The cameran is SOOW HOT.' Yes SOOW HOT coz I now apparently use Australian accent to describe hot man. "Do him!" she says. 'Naaah, I'm not gonna do him!! He doesn't seem like fun enough for me!'. I pee. I come out. Cameraman looks at me. Cameraman does not look impressed. Cameraman says "you know your microphone is on right." NOT. THIS. AGAIN. No cameraman, I did not know. I just called you hot but not fun enough. And I peed in your ear. I did NOT know. We go back to filming. Cameraman is 50cm away from my face for the next 2 hours. Because being on camera is just not awkward enough.

Situation 3: Shoot me now. 
We're making a video about my work. I do what I usually do when I style and shoot. I unpack my props. Arrange them on a table.... We stop filming for a moment. I take a photo of my props and put it on IG stories. Production manager thinks it looks cool. He wants to film that too. I take a few pictures with my phone. He now wants me to browse them on camera. 

Camera is filming my phone screen. Camera is connected to a monitor. Production team is sitting at the monitor. 

I start browsing. Swipe, swipe, swipe... 'Keep on browsing Marta!' 'Ok'. Swipe, swipe, SHIT swipe DID swipe I swipe DELETE swipe THE swipe PHOTO swipe FROM swipe LAST .... OMFG!!!!!!! I did NOT delete the photo from last night. Shoot me now. 

You see, the night before I sexted. And the night before I was feeling brave. So I did not take the one boob half a nipple pic. No. The night before I took a selfie stick. And I took a full on nude in a bath. Full on. In a bath. And now my full on nude was not only to be admired by the cameraman. My full on nude was also to be admired by the production team. They say it's all good. They say they will cut it out. That's really great. Thanks. But for now let me just dig a hole and hide in it. Bye.


I know some of you think hipster food ruins the world. Well, here I am. On a Friday morning, ruining it a little more for you. But then again, does it really count? Since my galaxy bowl is SO OUT OF THIS WORLD (no, no it's not, I just couldn't stop myself from saying it, I did try though).  Here is how you make it. 

Purple smoothie: 
125 g yogurt
100 g frozen blueberries
1/2 frozen banana (freeze your banana cut into pieces)

Pink smoothie: 
125 g yogurt
1 beet (cooked and peeled)
1 frozen banana (freeze your banana cut into pieces)
1 tablespoon maple syrup 

hemp seeds
edible flowers (dried) 

Combine all ingredients for the purple smoothie in a blender and puree until completely smooth. Do the same with the pink smoothie ingredients. 

Transfer the mixtures into a bowl, give it a nice swirl and add toppings. EAAAAT! 


It's 31st of December. I'm single. Single but not ready to mingle. I stay away from dating apps like fire. Nothing against dating apps, I'm just sooo not ready for all that.

31st December, 3pm. I don't usually drink. But today I'm starting early. A little bit because it's New Years Eve. A little bit because I'm feeling like shit. I'm just back from Poland. I so did not want to be back from Poland. I miss my family. So much. And there is this guy. I have a little bit of a crush on him... I just do not want to be back. 

3 glasses of champagne later. Friends are running late. I'm in need of some distraction. Ooooh oooh, let's see what Tinder is all about. Download, yes. Login with Facebook, hmmm owkay. Wait, SHIT, I'm on Tinder. What? Fuck fuck fuck! Call Maureen, she was once on Tinder! 

'Maureen! I'm on Tinder!!! I was just gonna check it out, I thought I can like you know have a draft account, but there is no draft account, I'm on there!!!!.' 'Haha are you OK?', she asks. 'Not at all, I'm an emotional mess, and I'm tipsy, but TINDER! Tell me about Tinder?'. 

Left. Left. Left. Left. Left. Left. Right. 'You have a match'. Oh. 'Jasper sent you a message.' No no no no no. I'm not ready to chat! I just got here!! 'Pancakes or waffles?.' Ah, food question, I got this. Pancakes, always pancakes. We make small talk. Jasper wants a booty call. Thanks but no thanks. 

Wine bar. 5 glasses of wine later. Current state: drunk. 'Hey, guuuuuys! I got me a Tinder. Looooook!'. My phone is hijacked. It takes me a moment to realize Hélène is swiping EVERYONE right. EVERYONE!! 'Hélène, STOP!' She does NOT stop. Rest of the night is a blur. 

1st of January. My head is killing me. Someone is in my bed! Uufff, it's Claire, it's just Claire. Thank god. I pick up my phone. New Years wishes from aunt Lena. I have a match. Facebook message from mom. I have a match. Rodolphe sent me a message. Sam sent me a message. I've been superliked? What the... OMG, TINDER! I'm on Tinder!!!! 

First 2017 resolution: DELETE Tinder. But since I'm in... go to messages. First message. Rodolphe, 40.  I must have swiped him right. He is hot. Really hot. Wait, what? Rodolphe does not believe in epilation. He thinks it causes world's chaos and alienation. Thanks for sharing Rodolphe. I believe in laser hair removal. Bye Rodolphe. Second message. Frank, 42. Frank is not wearing a shirt. Frank looks like Mr. Bean. Must be one of Hélène's guys. Well, maybe Frank has a great personality... 'Roses are red, violets are blue, Marta, I wanna hook up with you'. Frank does NOT have a great personality. Bye Frank.

Faith in male race before Tinder: 5%. Faith in male race after Tinder: 1%.  Find settings, delete account... 'You have a new match'. Oh. Ok, let me just quickly check this one out. 



I eat most things in moderation. Most things do not include avocado. This toast is heaven. It does not even require a recipe. But I will spell it out for you. Buy bread, avocado and halloumi. Buy olive oil and pepper if you are the kind of a person who does not have olive oil and pepper. 

Bake halloumi on a pan with a bit of olive oil until it's golden and crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Toast your bread. Slice the avocado flesh. `Put it on your toast. Put halloumi on your toast. Sprinkle with olive oil and season with pepper. 

That's it. 

Peace, love and avocado. 



April 2008. I write my first blogpost. I put it online. It's about making sushi. I love sushi. I call myself Princess Misia. I get 14 visitors. I'm excited. Only five people knew I started a blog. It's a good day.

December 2008. My dad passes away. Life sucks. I wish I remembered how he made that mushroom soup.

April 2009. I go over 1000 views on my blog in one day.  My 20 something self thinks I'm cool on the internet.

October 2012. I start an online food magazine. 5th edition gets over a million views. I am on top of the world.

November 2013. I get 3 book deals. I pick one. It just feels right. I start working on Fourplay.

May 2014. I am a boss of an agency. I make decent money. I travel the world. It does not feel right anymore. I just want to cook & shoot. I quit my job. 

September 2014. My book is in stores. Media loves it. People love it. I get a deal for a second book.

January 2015. There is a plus on my pregnancy test. Nothing else matters.

April 2015. My mom gets a heart attack. My world stops.

June 2015. Lemonade, my second book comes out. It's hot. People are thirsty. People like lemonades. I am damn lucky.

Summer 2015. My heart gets broken into million pieces.

September 2015. Fer is born. I feel I have a heart outside of my body. I understand what 'I'd jump into fire for you' really means.

2016. My DIY BABY book is in stores. Life has never been more beautiful and hard at the same time. Everything changes. My relationship status, my address.

2017. 2008 seems a century ago. Lots has happened. I don't feel like a 'princess' anymore. I'm more of a fierce queen who wears her big girl pants every day. Who with half of sleep has double the drive to kick ass at life. 

This is Everyday Marta. My new platform for food, embarrassing stories and winging everyday life. Hope you come back. And if you don't come, I have 99 problems but you ain't one.

Adios bitchachos!