If cakes had feelings, this one would be traumatized. I made this cake at my parents’ house, 170 miles from where it finally met its end. To expand, I constructed this in Shropshire on Sunday for my housemate’s birthday, which … Continue reading
Sometimes I dream of cleaning. Whilst some people battle with weight/drugs/alcohol addictions, I deal with the urge to clean. It has even extended to polishing my next door neighbours windows when I know they’re away. Similarly my diary follows a … Continue reading
Like many of my family recipes, I’ve no idea where this has come from. There’s a scribble at top of the battered old recipe card saying ‘Renie’ but I’ve never heard of, and certainly never met this elusive woman. But … Continue reading
I’m really not sure who reads my blog. For all I know I’ve only got four followers (and that’s including my parents and sisters), but even if this is the case, THANK YOU for reading/liking/following me. Meek Gone Wild began … Continue reading
Picture this: It’s Friday night 9am, my kitchen and I are covered head to toe in a mixture of ganache, beetroot and food colouring, whilst wondering how to create a terracotta pot out of marzipan. Admittedly a strange combination when … Continue reading
I recently spent time at my parents’ house and thought I’d make a traditional lemon and poppy seed cake. It turns out that poppy seeds in rural Shropshire are treated like the Magna Carta, rare and incredibly difficult to get … Continue reading
I’m sure everyone has that person in their life that’s been there through thick and thin, knows every saga, scandal, embarrassing story and seen one blossom from adolescence to adulthood. In my case, it’s Liv. She’s known me when I … Continue reading
Well, didn’t Queen Victoria have good taste. Ol’ Vicky couldn’t resist a bit of sponge with her PG tips (well maybe not PG… Earl Grey’s probably more fitting), firmly ensuring that this English treat be named after her. I’ve always … Continue reading
At the age of 16 I thought a Bailey’s on ice was the height of sophistication, probably because it was the only thing we were permitted to drink in our school JCR on Saturday nights. I would still quite happily … Continue reading
Admittedly it’s slightly late in the day to decorate your Christmas cake but hey there’s still a couple of hours. Below are a few examples from the Meek Gone Wild Kitchen. Starry Night: Golden Holly: Pingu. Fishing: Directions for use: … Continue reading
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