When I moved into my first proper flat, I had finally accumulated enough baking and cookery books that I could arrange them by colour. A rainbow of spines spread across the top of my chest of drawers, a mini library I could pick and choose from to expand my dinner horizons, try new techniques and…
Could you say that the strawberry is the food of celebration? Closely behind the drink of celebration – Champagne, of course – but there is something smile inducing about a bowl of fat red strawbs, freshly washed and ready to be drizzled with cream, smashed and whipped with meringues or even popped in that flute…
When I was a teenager, Saturday night dinners followed a fairly similar path. Eating as a family would normally result in steak, thickly cut rooster potatoes roasted in the oven with chilli flakes and rocket dressed with parmesan, olive oil and balsamic. If it was just my sister and I, we would raid the…
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…