Do you love bread? I love bread. I really love bread. Because I am perfectly capable of eating an entire loaf of granary in a single sitting, we don’t really have much bread in the house. Mostly because I eat it before it’s barely been unpacked.
The problem is, when I do really crave a doughy hit, there’s never any around. This is where soda bread comes riding over the hill to the rescue Continue reading
My mum is US born and bred, although she’s lived in the UK for over 40 years now. Accordingly cookies were a big (although not frequent) part of growing up for me. They’re also my first memories of cooking. helping mum cream the butter and sugar, stealthily dipping my finger into the sweet, buttery mixture when I thought she wasn’t looking. Carefully pouring in oats and raisins and stirring with all the concentration of a child that knows they’re doing something very important indeed.
It’s been a while since I baked cookies, not least because I try to be healthy most of the time, and anything biscuit-like in the house tends to be gobbled up in one or two sittings as I turn into a slightly bug-eyed cookie monster. Continue reading