A blinding flash of inspiration and the desperate need to use the remaining lemon curd led to this: Little Gingernut, Superwine cookie cups filled with the delicious lemony loveliness. I don't mind boasting ... These were so good it's ridiculous. So good that even my harshest critic (read: wife)
You think that just because you have good intentions, everything's going to hum along nicely? Doubt it. I grabbed a bag of frozen blueberries from the frozen section at the supermarket thinking that a batch of muffins for the neighbours would be a good way of lifting spirits after a tough week.
A quick one: Pancakes and lemon curd. You have to do this. These are the pancakes: 3/4 Cup standard flour. 1 good teaspoon baking powder A pinch of salt 1 egg (whisked) 2/3 - 3/4 Cup whole milk 30 grams melted butter. That mixture only makes 4 - 6 pancakes, but that's enough for my son and I for breakfast. Throw it all and and whisk.When you're
I'm like Frankenstein, but without the screaming. The evil genius, that is - not the monster. The kitchen is my lab and today I created something that, when it came out of the oven, looked so perfect I nearly cried out, 'It's alive!' Okay - I just read those two lines back and it sounds like I
I remember apple crumble as being the most delicious treat in the world when I was in my teens. It was something that every good restaurant had on their dessert menu. Fine places like Pizza Hut and Cobb'n'Co, for example. And I probably haven't eaten it since I was 17. For some reason, today I got
It's a genius plan. Except I'm not the genius, she is. My wife is a high school teacher and every now and then she tells her kids she'll bring in some baking, which is where I come in. The last time that promise was made we had some lemons left in the bowl and I made these lemon muffins as minis
It was my birthday yesterday. 43. Well, I never saw that coming. That's old. Really old. I remember when I was 11 working out that when I was 30 it would be the year 2000. I never actually thought it would really, seriously happen. Now 30 was 13 years ago. A distant memory. So here I am;
Oh Lordy, have I ever been getting compliments on the chocolate chip biscuits. I can't take credit for the recipe - that comes from our great fiend Janet. All I did was tweak. But here's the thing: friends have tried to make these using the same recipe and they don't come out quite the same way.
A while back my step-mum gave me a mixing bowl that had been my Grandma's. Penny (step-mum) told me she'd never used it because she was afraid she'd break it. I use this bowl every day. Every day. I love it. It's exactly the right size, solid, good weight, microwave safe. It's everything a
The thing about having a hobby is, it means I'm easy to give to. On my birthday and for Christmas people give me spatulas and wooden spoons and once my Mum gave me an electric mixer. Most. Awesome. Gift. Ever. The rest of the year people feel compelled to give other stuff. They give me grief,
Not many, but some. I can NOT explain why, but on the suckiest days the thing I like to do is bake. Maybe it’s because it gives me something to focus on. Maybe it’s because at the end of the baking part I get to eat. Maybe it’s because it’s just quiet, methodical, cathartic. Hang on. I just said
Here's the thing about being a bloke: we need to impress. We need to impress women with our intelligence, wit and charm. We need to impress other blokes with our strength and sporting knowledge and all round manliness. I, unfortunately, am lazy. So as I set out to impress there is always the question
Big newsflash: I'm essentially a lazy man. Maybe that should just read, a typical man. I'll always create work for myself by trying to find the easiest way out. As usual a coupla days back I had a hankering for something to eat and there was nothing in the cupboards. And as usual I couldn't be bothered
I like to bake, right? But the baking still has to be eaten. The problem? Finding something that EVERYBODY in the family is gonna want. I've tried almost everything. Stuff I like, my kids don't want to know about. Actually, the baked goodies they like all have icing and then they only eat the top half and leave the rest for me, slimed with saliva.
