Baby don’t you cry Gonna make a pie Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle Baby don’t be blue Gonna make for you Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle. Gonna be a pie from heaven above Gonna be filled with strawberry love Baby don’t you cry Gonna make…
It wasn’t until I was feeding cold butter through my fingertips to make the crumble to top this pie that I realised how truly wintery a green apple could be. In the corner of the worksurface where I stood, a pile of granny smiths and braeburns were peeled and sliced, a pool of syrupy sugar…
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…
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…