I am in utter heaven now that we are firmly in autumn, the leaves are no longer tinged with gold but crunchy underfoot, skies a wash of blue but with a chill in the air and boots a necessary footwear staple. There’s that misty rain, the kind my hair hates which makes straightening it…
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…
Could you say that the strawberry is the food of celebration? Closely behind the drink of celebration – Champagne, of course – but there is something smile inducing about a bowl of fat red strawbs, freshly washed and ready to be drizzled with cream, smashed and whipped with meringues or even popped in that flute…