When I lived in Berlin a couple of years ago, all the students on my travel writing course would descend on this one cafe in Kreuzberg called Pfeiffers. It was small and unassuming, bit tired around the edges, but we kept coming for the free wifi – the password was Sommerzeit which I found adorable…
Baking comes in many forms for different people. For some, it presents itself as a yearly birthday cake; dusting off flour from the back of the cupboard and grumbling about who hid the cake tins. For others it’s a job; weighing, precision and timely execution. For most, it is about impulse; an offer on luxury…
I love baking in stages. It means less hassle, a controlled pile of dishes and more time to watch 30 Rock, the latter I am currently obsessed with. Yesterday morning I dragged myself out of bed, heated up the oven and began slicing and baking cookies alongside several cups of coffee and watching Tina Fey…
Confession time: I have a love/hate relationship with meringue. I love Lemon Meringue Pie, with its tart curd base and fluffy marshmallowy meringue piled high on top, the epitome (in my eyes) of foodie poetry. I hate polystyrene meringue shells, packed in pink boxes in supermarkets that turn to a pile of dust with one…