Discovery Review The perfect Fajita Kit

I was sent The Discovery Fajita Kit ( Crispy Crumb)  for review.

Whats in the Kit?

Wraps 

Crispy Crumb Coating (Mild and family friends) (Gluten Free)

Sour Cream

Discovery The Perfect Fajita Kit

How easy is it to prepare ?

Very easy basically some oil combine it with the freshly cut up chicken and mix and that's it.

Mix the Discovery crispy crumb and the chicken.

Bake the crispy crumb chicken in the oven.

Is there anything you would change ?

Yes I would change the taste of the sour cream that came with the kit as it tasted too vinegary to me and my family.We opted for real sour cream in the end and if you look at the picture you will see that the real sour cream is the one pictured on the right. Also This part of this kit is labelled as being Gluten free this is only the chicken coating and not the wrap unfortunately.

Can you guess which one is the real sour cream ?

The Discovery Fajita kit ready to wrap.

What did we think overall as a family ?

Overall we enjoyed this meal as a family especially my son who was able to eat this one handed due to his other arm being in plaster.  I particularly liked that this was a mildly flavour spiced in comparison to other kits from other companies in the past that have left us all gagging for a drink. So all in all we would buy this kit again and enjoy a mexican night ...

The Discovery Perfect Fajita Kit is available from most supermarkets priced at £3.19. 

I was sent this product for the purpose of this review, my opinion is my own and not influenced in any way

The Bat in the Cat

Picture if you will a dark and stormy night with moonlit shadows hanging ominously, strange sounds that made the hairs on your arms stand up on end. Combine this with a night at the cinema to see at the time one of the most hyped films of the late 1980s then you have Batman.


Also throw into the mix after seeing this film a large Victorian house with rattling sash windows, creaking floor boards .


Coming back late at night after seeing you guessed it 'Batman' then mine and Mr T senses were somewhat heightened not tingling in a  Spider man sense sort of way but more alert than usual.

Suddenly there was a tapping at the window ....

"What the ****** was that ?" I cried.

And again there was an evil tapping  at the window. This time Mr T had heard it and in true SAS style he instigated the secret hand signal code.

Which consisted of pointing and gesturing at me to go investigated and in return I replied with hand gestures that I do believe are  not on a UN peace keepers mandate.


A sudden scraping at the window not like fingers down a blackboard but more like a serial killer trying to get in.

And as my old rattling Victorian house was ideal for number of killers to live Norman Bates, that rather nice chappy from the shining and the uber friendly dentist from Marathon Man.

It was left to me to investigate the situation arming myself with Mr T cricket bat, a girl guide whistle and a torch I opened the back door.

I jumped out shouting "Ah haaa in a Kato style ( that ninja chap from Pink Panther) ...

To find our old cat sitting there purring on the window sill with a bat in its mouth.

I rescued the bat putting in gently in a shoe box and directed Mr T to back that all important call to ...


"The Batman"

Tiles #snapHappyBritmums

You have to look how Rollies stripes match with the tiles ...

Hours not to reason why

Hours are not ours to reason why,

I walk the hospital corridors not a sound I hear,

except the shuff shuff shuffle of some feet I fear,

Do I count back the hours ?

or forward to good news,

I think this is a situation I can not muse,

Lights a  flicker ,

A sound pierces my very soul,

Twenty pairs of feet rush to save,

I look around my child is here,

Safe and sound ,

But my fears unleashed,

To the operating theatre,

Dutifully bound ,

Nurse is tight lipped,

No comforting sound,

Reaching the destination,

You look for escape,

Sadly no turning back,

Child assigned to Morpheus,

Not a sight to behold to us,

So we are left with the hours,

When we must not reason why.

Silent Sunday 19/8/2012