Does anyone really reach for the Digestive when presented with a biscuit tin? Not the chocolate covered, or the dark chocolate covered or even the caramel-then-chocolate covered Digestives, but the plain old ‘hello I’m an average biscuit’ Digestive. Not as weak as the Rich Tea but not as sturdy as a Hob Nob, a Digestive…
I am in utter heaven now that we are firmly in autumn, the leaves are no longer tinged with gold but crunchy underfoot, skies a wash of blue but with a chill in the air and boots a necessary footwear staple. There’s that misty rain, the kind my hair hates which makes straightening it…
I can remember the first time I ate cookies and cream ice cream – it was on a stick like a magnum, wrapped in a chocolate shell while on holiday in Australia when I was 10. It was one of those ‘you can put biscuits in ice cream?’ moments that broke the junk food mould for…
Birthday cakes are rather personal things aren’t they? When I was younger, my cake of choice would always be a Victoria Sponge sandwiched with strawberry jam (no buttercream thank you) and covered in fondant in various designs. There was a miniature sofa carved from cake with a new Barbie lounging on top, a sleepover-themed square with…