When I was younger, the highlight of Guide camp for me would be the evening of the bin fire. It wasn’t quite a campfire, in that the flames served a dual purpose for licking at marshmallows to toast them to a crisp but to also heat the vast metal bin that held the water for…
What colour is autumn? It’s often depicted in burnt orange, leaves tumbling crisp underfoot onto waiting pavements, bursting brambles growing wild in the woods staining fingers and lips a plummy purple. It’s a flickering red brown flame from a candle lit to ward off the ever longer nights, thick with grey clouds, flecks of silvery…
In October, Victoria Sponge Pease Pudding celebrates its fifth birthday. It seems funny for a blog to have its own birthday (October 22 if you’re planning on sending it a card), but I like to mark it in some way as, like blonde hair, a penchant for rom coms and a fan of kettle…
I’ve neglected my cake pans for too long. Curled up circles of baking parchment haven’t sat waiting to be smoothed onto the bottom of a tin with a smear of butter in some time. I haven’t scraped the sides of my metal mixing bowl clean with one wipe of my spatula, or dropped cake batter…