Stir a pancake, Pop it in a pan. Fry a pancake, toss a pancake, catch it if you can.
When I was little I never understood the ‘Don’t forget the pancake on Jif Lemon Day’ advert. It was extremely clever advertising to establish their product, essentially processed lemon juice, as synonymous with Pancake Day, but I didn’t understand it because we never ever ever had lemon juice (fresh or processed) on our pancakes.
Growing up, pancakes were firmly reserved for Shrove Tuesday (usually after an afternoon spent watching Shrovetide Football in town, but that’s a whole other story). It simply never occurred to me to eat them …
Dear St Valentine
I’m sorry to do this today of all days, but I’m breaking up with you. It’s not me. It’s you. It’s just too much.
You had no idea what you started back in the early in 290s AD; the pyramids of chocolate boxes in hues of pink, cerise and blush, cakes covered in rich fuscia buttercream adorned with hearts and butterflies, bottles of champagne waiting for ice, forests of roses, single stem or half a dozen with their deep velvet red petals, and row upon row of bright glittery cards in their shiny unrecycleable cellophane.
To be fair, I’m not sure you …
We have waved goodbye to 2018 and stepped across the threshold into a brand new shiny year. Welcome 2019. New Year is usually a time for reflection on the past year and looking ahead (as the name January, derived from Janus the two faced God suggests), setting out where we’d like to be at the end of another 365 days. To be honest, I’m still trying to work out what 2019 should and will mean for me. But I know that my starting point is to focus on my comfort zone.
Or more accurately escaping my comfort zone, that sweet sticky trap in which we …
It seems, either intentionally or unintentionally that I have been running for pretty much my whole life (and I don’t mean metaphorically, I mean literally).
In my young teens I ran because we had to (think enforced cross country and athletics). In my late teens and early 20s I ran because I was at uni and felt that I should burn off some of the beer consumption. In my middle to late 20s I ran to counter the effects of sitting at a desk all day and also to keep in shape. It also helped during a difficult period of uncertainty. This was the first …
When was the last time you wrote a letter? Not a thank you or a birthday/christmas card, but a letter just for its own sake, to write to a friend you haven’t seen for a while for instance? Or to a pen pal, if such a thing still exists?
My friends and I used to write letters over the holidays, at the weekend, in-between classes when we hadn’t seen each other for a few minutes. They were full of pictures and cartoons, our secret code words, …
There is a Swiss proverb which is particularly apt to this post; ‘Avoid those who don’t like bread and children.’ We recently had both in abundance in a classroom above one of my favourite Cotswold bakeries. As a little pre-back to school get together a friend had organised a cookery lesson at Hobbs House Bakery in Chipping Sodbury for 10 children.
With our hands washed and aprons on, we perched on stools around the table. The flour hit the table top with a soft flumff and in swift …
July is all about the birthdays in our household, and this year there was a biggie. We planned to be in Cornwall for the birthday celebrations – we love it so much and is such a special place to my husband and his friends. Plus, for once, the weather was on our side for the clearest and warmest of July nights. Utterly magical.
We decided not to do the big bash thing, but invited 8 good friends to join us for dinner with a difference. Whilst both my husband and I enjoy cooking we wanted a night off to enjoy the company of those who …
I love baking. It is relaxing and therapeutic with the weighing and measuring, the stirring and whisking, the magical alchemy of bringing together disparate ingredients into something utterly delicious. It is mindfulness and mindlessness at the same time, with a treat at the end of it all (except the washing up). Out of all the things I like to bake, cake is the number one favourite. Not just any cake, but milk chocolate cake from the superbly retro Be-Ro recipe book.
The Be-Ro recipe book was my baking bible as a child. My mum has two ancient editions, one of which has fallen apart from …