Friday, 27 March 2015
I'm off to ski in the cold, cold mountains this weekend and I cannot wait for a happy, snow-filled few days. But there have been happy moments in this chilly London week too:
2. A long overdue catch up with some of my favourite girls
3. Painfully long yogi ab exercises
4. Ginger nuts
5. Cards, cards and more cards
This article on a promising chef turned bank robber is a fascinating, heart-breaking story; there's even more New York excitement in this flat after reading David Leibovitz's words on Mile End Deli; and excuse me while I get back in the kitchen to bake Claire Ptak's banana buttermilk bread.
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
I'd had a fortnight of baking upsets. Sponges were too dry, coconut macaroons didn't hold their shape, dough was too wet, biscuits were too crumbly... I was stuck in a rut and the desire to get in the kitchen and turn the oven on was nowhere near as strong as it normally is. I needed to return to a recipe that I could trust wholeheartedly. Pulling out Bread, Cake, Doughnut, Pudding from the bookshelf felt like the right thing to do.
Finally I had a dough that came together perfectly, filled with ginger and spices and easily rolled into perfect little balls. A little bit of pressure on them before they were popped in to a hot oven and out came biscuits that B thought I had bought and surreptitiously emptied into the tin to hide my mistakes. They were a baking victory. At last.