It is no secret that my other half and I enjoy a good pizza. There has been many a night out, hungover Sunday or random Thursday that has ended with two red boxes filled with dough and cheese. I like my pizzas groaning with veggies and chicken, whereas Luke goes for the choice with the…
I am a summer baby. I was born in the midst of a heatwave in July 1990 and despite the sunshine, my mother apparently insisted I was brought home swaddled in a blanket. Ever since then I have craved the sunshine months, of which there are far and few between in Scotland, especially up north…
When I think of making jam, there is just one essential that springs to my mind – the iconic and ridiculously sized berry pan. I have two in my family; one at my Granny’s which used to reside at the top of her kitchen cabinets next to vintage scales and a ‘pig’ hot water bottle before her…
A few weeks ago, I began the story of how I made my first two tier cake. Planning a decadent chocolate affair to celebrate my mum and dad’s 25th wedding anniversary, I plotted exactly how I was going to undertake this mammoth task. After testing a delicious but far too rich cake, I went back to…