Baking a cake for someone is just about one of the most fulfilling things you can do in my opinion. Home-baked cakes just taste so much better, I guess because they are made with love instead of additives! I first made this cake for the original Mrs H, who I affectionately refer to as my smother-in-law. She is so loving and kind (and is probably the biggest chocoholic I know after Mr H) so it seemed only right to debut this recipe on her birthday!
Easter is a fabulous time when it comes to delicious desserts and sweet treats, and whilst the majority are either chocolate-based and/or egg-shaped, there’s just something so delicious about hot cross buns. I don’t know if it’s because they feel so ‘traditional’ and have been around for so long, but there’s just something so comforting about them. Continue reading
When I was younger, my mum used to make us the most incredible birthday cakes. They were so chocolately and moist, but without a doubt the best bit was the frosting. Chocolate buttercream. I’d go so far as saying it was my favourite food when I was younger. My brother and I used to eat the sponge part first and leave the buttercream until last, which thinking about it now makes me feel a little unwell, but at the time it was bloody marvellous. Having given up dairy, these days this little indulgence is very much off the cards (with buttercream the clue is truly in the name), but even a gluten free, dairy free and refined sugar free cake needs some frosting, so I’ve been on the hunt for a suitable alternative. Continue reading
I used to love those trays of flapjacks they sell in supermarkets, back when I was young and apparently rather naive. You see I always used to think that the tray of flapjacks was the healthier option, because in my head it was just oats and oats are good for you. So it was ok to eat the whole tray, right? Wrong. My world turned upside down when I once looked at the ingredients list – sugar, golden syrup, palm oil, other nasties – not good for you in the slightest. Continue reading
Brought to you by Mrs H
When I was getting married, my friends thought it would be funny to ask Mr H lots of questions and video his answers. If I didn’t guess the correct answer, I had to drink a shot (sadly of alcohol and not wheatgrass). Some of them were fairly easy; he knew my favourite colour and my favourite movie (I’m keeping this PG) and I guessed them right also.
Cue my darling bridesmaids asking him ‘what would be her perfect date?’. He said…a walk along the beach and a healthy home cooked meal. I said…medjool. Yeah that’s right, my perfect date is sticky, sweet and ever so delicious.