
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
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
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