“Victoria, nobody just ‘throws together’ a frangipane tart!” As soon as I said it, I realised how utterly ridiculous it sounded. Like “I’m just going to whip up a croquembouche dear” or “I’m off for a marathon, cheerio!” People just don’t whip up desserts as quick as a flash unless it’s faux mango ice cream –…
Oh spring, where have you gone? Just this week, after a particularly miserable Wednesday in more ways than one, a magnificent Thursday followed all at once. Bright blue skies were matched by a soft breeze and Aberdeen’s granite cast pools of cold shadows on the pavement. I was dashing around this wonderful city in the…
Sometimes, it’s nice to go back to the beginning. Around a year and a half ago I took to my student kitchen, armed with a point and shoot and a much-loved scone recipe ready to throw together a bake for my first ever blog post. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing – all…
I once wrote in an essay that I thought a certain journalism subject was vanilla. What the what? Seriously? Did I actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) to describe something I meant to call dull vanilla? My post university self is kicking my coffee-addled 3am brain from two years ago, whilst licking…