Berlin’s achingly cool area of Friedrichshain is never far from my mind. A regular haunt during my time in the city, my friends and I took in numerous bars, clubs and sightseeing hidden in crazy little corners. This area of the city opens up as a Mecca for downmarket restaurants – think greasy fruitti di…
In hindsight, I should have made pancakes. At 11pm on Tuesday I was ready to give up the baking game. On a wire rack in the kitchen sat two cakes; one not dissimilar to a rock bun, the other the look and texture of a pink rubber glove. I flipped out, poured a fishbowl of…
I was in two minds whether to write this post. In my overly critical mind, I had sorely messed up. A fudgey but not too rich cake was on my mind when I began to measure out the grapeseed oil and sift gram after gram of cocoa powder. I dreamt of slicing through a thick…
“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 –…