Why the frick do you all recoil in horror when I mention a courgette cake? I mean seriously, you eat carrot cake with all the zest of a sponge-addicted fiend. Rhubarb crumble by the forkful – yes it’s (largely considered to be) a vegetable. I’ve even discussed the merits of adding baked beetroot to brownies…
There is a paper bag. A hand opens it up, pursed like a pair of lips that seem eager to devour the delicious contents it is about to be filled with. “What will it be?” Hands are pressed against the faux-glass plastic that sits between you and the cookies. Scanning your eyes across the flavours,…
On Monday I woke up at 5am, sunshine blazing through the sides of my bedroom blinds and radiating a blistering heat throughout my room. Later at 8am, I peeked behind the blinds as I got ready for work and lo and behold a bright blue sky awaited – spring had finally sprung. I celebrated by…
Pesto is a funny little kitchen basic – in many respects it isn’t one. It isn’t essential for a risotto the way a pile of parmesan is, nor the backbone of salted butter in a pan of mashed potatoes. It isn’t the milk for your tea, the loaf for your morning toast or the instant…