Happy yeaster
The dough has risen again after the first thirty minutes. I knocked it back with a gentle flick or two of the wrist and folded…
The dough has risen again after the first thirty minutes. I knocked it back with a gentle flick or two of the wrist and folded…
I’m writing this lying on the floor in the middle of a cheese coma. The sudden trauma of morning, getting the children ready for school and repeating…
There is a Roald Dahl short story whereby a wronged wife clonks her husband on the head with a frozen lamb leg and renders him dead.…
We got back from Paris on the weekend. Now there’s a city that knows what to do with pastry. Crumbling and flaky lemon tarts, strawberries glazed…