Classic Victoria Sponge with Jam and Buttercream
When I first found out I was going to be placed on furlough, I didn’t know how much I would crave normality, or at least the new normality we’ve found ourselves in during the coronavirus pandemic. I missed the routine of sliding out of bed to make a cup of tea, pulling on comfortable leggings…
NYC Style Milk Chocolate and Hazelnut Cookies
As someone who bakes for a (partial) living, it may surprise you that over the past few months, I’ve been baking less and less for fun. A couple of years ago I would often have a weekend baking project or two on the go, but with a busy work schedule, nights out and impromptu after…
Looking back at 2019
This is the year that I turn 30. As the countdown to the New Year and new decade began in the pub Chris and I packed ourselves into at 11.30pm on December 31, I didn’t feel sad or upset at the number. I felt excited, like this coming year will begin a new chapter in…
Each Peach, Pear Blueberry Smoothie
Did you ever read that book at school? I think I only ever got to it once; at my first primary it was the most sought-after book on the shelf at reading time after The Jolly Postman. Despite only getting my grubby 5 year old mitts on Each Peach, Pear Plum once, its great name…
Cherry Dutch Baby With Orange Sugar
I know what you’re thinking. What is that Victoria? Is a pancake? An omelette? Another baking disaster? It is none of the above my friends. Witness the birth of the new breakfast/brunch/afternoon tea crossover – the Dutch Baby, baby. A Dutch Baby is in essence, a big ol’ Yorkshire pud that can be thrown together…
Roasted Butternut Squash Soup
Sometimes we need a little bit of health in our lives. Ok, so I know we’re nearing the end of January already, and many of you are almost at the end of your detoxes (seriously, well done, I raise a glass of red to you) but there’s no need to slow down on the healthy…
The Modern Burns Supper
“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftan o’ the puddin-race…” I’d like to say I know more, but that was the extent of the address my haggis got this Burns Night. I could have recited Scots Wae Hae, which I won a prize for reciting in primary school, or the first line of To…
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