I baked a Victoria sponge this weekend. That light and airy cake which somehow seems to symbolise teatime in ways nothing else does. There are so many childhood memories of there always being one of these on the table if we went to spend time with my grandparents. Full of cream and fruit, dusted with …
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The Famous Five ate rather well
Last week I picked up an Enid Blyton book for the first time in more years than I care to admit to. I mentioned in my last post about the creative writing course that I’m taking and last weeks session was all about children’s literature. As part of this we were asked to revisit books …
Apple and tarragon cake
Last week I discovered and bought a cookbook that I just know is going to be slightly dogeared and stained before too long. Those badges of honour that all good cookbooks should wear. The book in question is Little Library Year by Kate Young. It’s a combination of glorious seasonal recipes that are interspersed with …
I made my first pizza.
I made my first pizza recently. I’m not quite sure why I hadn’t beforehand but when pizza popped up as the #TwitterBakeAlong challenge a couple of weeks ago I decided it was time to have a go. Now I’m left wondering why it took me so long to get round to it and how quickly …
Food & drink memories
There’s no memory quite as evocative as a food or drink memory. It does so much more than just bring the tastes flooding back. I’ve recently been reading Nigel Slaters wonderful autobiography Toast where he links just about every moment of childhood to a particular food or drink item. They range from sweets or chocolate …
Breakfast in Koblenz
The cold meats and cheeses that I had for my first breakfast in Germany were a whole new experience to me. I’ve written quite a lot in previous posts about childhood memories of food. How living in Malta for a few years broadened my tastes at an early age, what an adventurous cook my mother …
What’s not to like
There’s an article in todays Guardian where a number of chefs and foodies talk about their least favourite ingredient to cook with. This got me to thinking about what mine would be, then to the very quick conclusion that I may be about to write the shortest blog post ever. Clearly many of these people …
Homemade versus shop bought
Just because I’m a relatively recent convert to the joys of baking it doesn’t mean that I haven’t always enjoyed cake and baked things in general. Back then they were either shop bought or baked by someone else in the house. My Mum loved to bake and I have many childhood memories of being in …
A hungry boy in Malta
I spent much of my childhood in Malta, a small Mediterranean island that sits roughly mid way between the toe of Italy and the north coast of Africa. My Dad took a job out there and we moved to a life that felt like summer for twelve months of every year. It’s only looking back …
First breakfast inParis
The first breakfast in Paris lived up to all of our expectations of the city. Breakfast had been included in the place the were staying at but instead we opted to venture out and explore. A chance to sit at a street side cafe in the Latin Quarter and watch the world go by was …
David in the kitchen. 