Making gingerbread in the days leading towards Christmas was never a tradition in my family. We didn’t build houses dripping with sweets or stamp out the imprints of men and press sultana buttons into their chests. I more closely associate festive baking with trays upon trays of mince pies, many of which would make their…
Cranberry and Clementine Sour Cream Scones
Nothing frustrates me more as a baker than sitting exasperated on the kitchen floor, unable to fathom why the sugar creation slowly collapsing on the countertop has failed me. It annoys me when I do something wrong, then problem solve and learn what to do next time but it completely, cupboard-slamming, dramatically-falling-on-the-floor and all-out-screaming-into-a-tea-towel pisses…