Nothing frustrates me more as a baker than sitting exasperated on the kitchen floor, unable to fathom why the sugar creation slowly collapsing on the countertop has failed me. It annoys me when I do something wrong, then problem solve and learn what to do next time but it completely, cupboard-slamming, dramatically-falling-on-the-floor and all-out-screaming-into-a-tea-towel pisses…
I love how autumn becomes a season of celebration. The first russet leaves fluttering from the trees to signify the start of September, melting into costume preparations and carving pumpkins in October for Halloween. The chill in the air descends like a thick blanket once November hits, all scarves, gloves and sparklers watching fireworks light…
I think everyone, no matter their ability in the kitchen, has their own signature recipe. Something that, when baked, cooked or thrown together in a bowl and served on the table, is like the embodiment of themselves. It does not need to be complicated or even any good, but somewhere in between a bowl of…
I live on a rather peaceful, quiet street. The kind where, as the days are become shorter, the evenings are drawn out and silent, punctuated with a hollow whistle of the wind against the window pane and the dark night illuminated in that dusky amber glow of the street lamps. Oh these autumn months, wrapping…