I wasn’t supposed to have made this cake. At midnight, I lay on my bed furious with myself that yet another attempt to make genoise sponges had transformed into three dense pancakes that were both rock hard and doughy at the same time. I was baking for a charity bake sale, the first since we…
On Sunday afternoon, the sun streaming through the drapes and the flat eerily quiet, I started to bake. The new oven, quick to heat and quiet itself, was turned on and a bag of flour folded over with sellotape was prised open. I had elbow room to bake, nobody needing past to reach the kettle…
As a child, I had the inside scoop on the newest and most exciting additions to the school dinner menu. I knew which days ice-burned blocks of ice cream would be forced into square sugar cones as a treat. If you were last in line on burger day, you knew you’d be forced to carry…
The period between Christmas and New Year is possibly the best part of the festive period, for those of us who are lucky enough to have some time off work that is. Days melt into one another, getting dressed past 2pm is optional and with a new wardrobe of pajamas and the entire Lush bath…