At around 9am, bleary eyed dragging a suitcase behind me into Kings Cross station, there was only one thing on my mind. Ricotta hotcakes with a pat of honeycomb butter sliding down the stack. I am a victim of Instagram, that’s for sure, but when I was researching brunch spots for our trip to London…
So far in 2018, the hardest challenge I’ve come up against is not diving into the large box of Tunnock’s Teacakes sat on top of our microwave. It’s not necessarily because they are my favourite treat in the world (although they do rank highly in my top biscuits of all time) but more the fact…
When I was a child, pancake day was all about the sprinkles. My mam would usually make them for pudding, a plate of gently steaming pancakes, a tub of vanilla ice cream, Treat! strawberry syrup and whatever sprinkles the baking cupboard yielded set in the middle of the table. My sister would usually choose Nutella to…
Some may say that there is a certain element of sadness in a single stack of pancakes. Breakfast, or at least the Sunday variety, is often accompanied by endless chatter or in fact none at all – solitude shared with another as you pour over different sections of the paper. Brunch appears to be an exceptionally…