Sometimes only the hot fug from that sacred mix of eggs, flour, butter and sugar will do. I’m not sure whether the finished product is better than the batter licked directly from the mixing bowl, but cooking instructions are provided nonetheless.
In which I exhibit initial symptoms of house-builders-panic and I use up the last of the mincemeat.
Soft custard, luscious fruit and easy pastry. A tart for Tuscany, even if you're in Torquay.
From Joanne Chang's brilliant Flour book, this is a killer wintry tart.
The best defence [against Great British Bake Off hunger] is a good offence.
Dark chocolate brownie with swirls of white chocolate, aromatic figs and earthy chestnut on a buttery biscuit base. You cannot escape your destiny.
What to bring to the next vicars and tarts garden party.
A desperate attempt to use up the puff pastry lurking at the back of my freezer. Tasty, though.
The bread that was made for Marmite. (Other nutritious spreads are available.)
