Fearlessly Attempting

A little over a week ago Mark bought ingredients for pesto and focaccia, intending to recreate the food we had on holiday. Then he didn'...

 As warm autumn days get rarer and we're all confined to barracks for a month, it's time to think of the future and start preparatio...

Talking to my Very Excellent Mate Kirsty today, I waxed lyrical about gingerbread houses.  I love making them. In fact,  I have to fight my ...

What feels like a very, very long time ago, the marvellous Val Berry, owner of Haley and Clifford asked me if I could make scones for her a...

I'm teaching an evening class at the moment. It's called Family Cake Decorating, although sometimes I think it should be "Messi...

Last night, having broken Sober September for a bottle of prosecco, I rashly agreed my middle child could have two mates for a sleepover ton...

Yesterday I got loads of apples from next door's apple tree. Today I wanted to make apple sauce with them.  Obviously the first job is t...

Ah,  the Eurovision Song Contest. Possibly the most confirmedly bonkers night in the TV schedules.  Masses of countries, many of which aren...

Hello webby chums! My daughter is fashioning the "number of nights until Christmas" out of blu-tack and sticking it next to her ...

Hello webby pals! Sorry I've not posted for a few days. If I wasn't working I was asleep, which left little time for blogging. How...

Hello webby pals! Fancy some cake? Of course you do. All the better if it's home made. And people like me are always telling you how e...

Hello webby mates! My house smells of apples. Our lovely next door neighbours have two big and ancient apple trees in their garden that hav...

Hello webby mates! I love Pintrest , don't you?. Yes, it's full of crazy people making mood boards for weddings they won't hav...