I don’t know about you, but I have found it incredibly difficult to get into the Christmas spirit this year. I’m going with the fact I broke my own little tradition and didn’t watch The Muppet Christmas Carol and write my Christmas cards on December 1 like I normally do as my excuse. And since…
When it comes to Christmas, there are the obvious all-round flavours we think of – clovey mulled wine with rolled up cinnamon sticks like fat cigars, clementines pierced with a thumbnail spraying citrus across your fingers, fiery brandy turned petrol blue to pour over the pudding and thick, unctuous port decanted into tiny glasses. Then…
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…