We’ve found religion. Jesus has risen and he doesn't want us to have sugar. I mean, Lent. What even are you?! It’s not my choice. I am being a supporting boyfriend. That, said, it will be nice to be able to sit down and not feel the band of my underwear fold under the unyielding … Continue reading Sugar, We’re Going Down
Fruit in my house is always bought with the best intentions. But inevitably, there is always the sad, lonely banana at the bottom of the fruit bowl all withered and black at the end of the week. Too ripe to eat and, frankly, too gross to touch! Yet, ever conscious of food waste, I feel … Continue reading Banana Blondies
The Italians are a clever bunch. They take a simple peach, apricot or fig, lather it in alcohol, add a touch of sugar and serve it warm over a helping of ricotta or a light set yoghurt. That's exactly what I'm going for here. I'm channelling my inner Rachel Roddy. These soft sticky figs with … Continue reading Honey, I Drunk the Figs
Thank. The. Lord. Spring is tiptoeing back into our lives. Forced Rhubarb is in abundance, the days are getting longer, brighter and crisper and I can virtually smell the Aperol Spritz. The sun is giving us the proverbial peak beneath the negligee and so feeling re-energised (and even perhaps toying with the idea of going … Continue reading Hakuna Frittata
This week I am doing something a little bit different because, I mean, what’s the point of me having a food blog and living in London if I don’t give you at least some sort of insight into what I think are just the best places to fill your face with outrageous amounts of pastry … Continue reading Seek and Ye Shall Find…Pastry
Banana Pancakes. Those two words alone sound like a comforting, generous hug and whilst for most mornings a cooked breakfast is totally out of the question, time can always seem to be found for a stack of warm banana pancakes. Save for the tablespoon of butterscotch-like golden caster sugar and drizzle of wildflower honey, you … Continue reading Malted Banana Morning Drama
Is there anything more perfect than bread? Obviously, that’s rhetorical. I mean, quite frankly, a freshly baked loaf does things to me that not even Chris Hemsworth smothered in baby oil sprawled across a chaise lounge could do. There’s the classics; sourdough, cob, farmhouse, baguettes, brioche etc. And then there is focaccia. Salty, crisp, chewy … Continue reading Don’t You Focaccia ‘Bout Me.