This is a celebration of the spoken about chocolate, most spoken about, beloved, celebrated and I do that to every shade from the loved – milk, dark; to the one people often argue is real or imagined or not – white. I am an equal opportunity chocolate lover, enjoying every shade Here is a collection...
Years ago, I turned some leftover pancake batter into a skillet bake that still wows me with both the randomness with which Imade it and its deliciousness. I called it a double chocolate oven cake and served it with some delightful lemon posset. What does it taste like? Look like? Crunch and cream is how...
Just because. Because we all have that one friend who makes us be, become more than we feel capable. The one who encourages, who pushes us forward in spite of our own reluctance. The one who is always and forever there. This is for IJ, who forced me to learn to make layer cakes and...
Eid Mubarak, with my first-ever Crepe cake, perfect for crowd-feasting. Talk about resounding successes. Twenty (20) (in my case imperfect but delicious) layers of crepes with alternate layers of rich chocolate mousse and a salted caramel one, finished with a semi-sweet ganache and crushed candied pecans. What a mouthful. A delicious mouthful. Also known as...
A photo I love with a short story and a recipe. There’s something about photographing food that melts my heart. Invisible things become seen. How tightly we hold on to some things – slippery by nature. How delicately we hold on to others, careful not to break the golden egg and have its contents spewed over...
Normal. Is not a word I’d use to describe me. Myself. Is that bad English? I am intrigued by butter. Sticks of butter. The allure of reading American recipes that call for a ‘stick of butter’ hasn’t worn off……and I can count January the 8th as one of my best days in the history of...
Globalisation. My seven year old daughter knows all about it and we had to go to Barcelona for her to let us know. This is the same daughter who asked, ‘Papa, why is everything made in China?’ And yes, he responded. Right or wrong. As a parent, I’ve learnt the hard way, not to promise...
I have a chocolate glut. Oh yes. Chocolate. Glut. If you didn’t know, I’ll tell you now – I have a huge chocolate plant in my back garden, right next to the trampoline (my non-DIY husband sweated to put together) and my not-so-barren veggie patch, teeming with mint and lemon melisse.
I’d given up completely….. …on ever making macarons. Certainly not this weekend. The damn things. Its not as if I love them anyway.