I was in two minds whether to write this post. In my overly critical mind, I had sorely messed up. A fudgey but not too rich cake was on my mind when I began to measure out the grapeseed oil and sift gram after gram of cocoa powder. I dreamt of slicing through a thick…
“Victoria, nobody just ‘throws together’ a frangipane tart!” As soon as I said it, I realised how utterly ridiculous it sounded. Like “I’m just going to whip up a croquembouche dear” or “I’m off for a marathon, cheerio!” People just don’t whip up desserts as quick as a flash unless it’s faux mango ice cream –…
Oh spring, where have you gone? Just this week, after a particularly miserable Wednesday in more ways than one, a magnificent Thursday followed all at once. Bright blue skies were matched by a soft breeze and Aberdeen’s granite cast pools of cold shadows on the pavement. I was dashing around this wonderful city in the…
I once wrote in an essay that I thought a certain journalism subject was vanilla. What the what? Seriously? Did I actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) to describe something I meant to call dull vanilla? My post university self is kicking my coffee-addled 3am brain from two years ago, whilst licking…