Sometimes recipe developing really frustrates me. Desperate to create something in my kitchen, only for the method, ingredients or baking time to require more work. Of course, posting recipes that actually work as opposed to something thrown together are favourable especially for the reader and those of you who make my recipes, but it can…
Anyone who knows me shamefully well can attest that I can quite happily destroy a large, family sized, made-for-sharing-not-for-one bag of kettle chips in one sitting. It is a dreadful habit, but I only realise I’m at the point of no return when I briefly turn away from my current re-run of Gossip Girl to assess…
There is comfort in simplicity. Hot coffee on a frost dusted morning. Pajamas toasting on the radiator to jump into before bed. Brown toast and peanut butter. All simple, yet so satisfyingly comforting, the smallest things can be far better than fancy coffee, silk pajamas or bulging brunch tables at times. It’s the same for…
Why is it that baking feels like a process of pure alchemy at times? I often wonder, stood in my kitchen on a Saturday morning, cubing butter to ensure it softens quicker and surveying the counter full of ingredients how all of it could possibly become the finished article. It feels ever more apparent when…