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!
We’re not going to lie to you lovely D&H’ers, we were always a little skeptical of dairy-free cheese. The idea of making creamy, dairy-like deliciousness from nuts conjured up all sorts of weird-tasting images, but in the name of research we decided to give it a go!
So we’ve come up with this fabulous almond cheese, which can be enjoyed either raw (as a creamy cheesy spread) or baked (for a crumbly feta-like consistency). It’s so delicious and super creamy as well as being packed with protein and good fats. Oh and of course it’s really easy to make, you know we like to keep things simple! So what are you waiting for…give it a whirl! Continue reading
We’re not going to mess around here guys. You need to make this tart. Honestly, you need to go to the supermarket, buy the ingredients (there’s only seven so it won’t take you long to grab them all) and make this tart. Then you need to eat this tart. Oh, and if you’d like to invite us round to try it we’ll be right over. See you in half an hour? OK! Continue reading
Summer time in London is just the best. It’s crazy how the temperature can totally shift the vibe of an entire city, but it’s true – people seem happier and more carefree, and everyone makes an effort to get outside and enjoy the sunshine.
And with summer in London of course comes ice cream. The tinkling chimes of the capital’s ice cream vans have long been the soundtrack to our summers – they are quite literally the Pied Pipers of the common era, with children (and some adults, ahem Mr H) finding themselves subconsciously gravitating towards the noise in the hope of a Mr Whippy. Continue reading
For a lot of people, weekday mornings usually start like this – Alarm goes off. Snooze. Snooze. Snooze. Shit need to wake up! Jump in the shower, throw on clothes, grab handbag and run. Get to the tube, sit down andddd breathe. It’s at this point that your tummy starts growling so loudly that people turn to look at you, and you realise you are really quite hungry! Sound familiar? Continue reading
Mr H and I are having building work done at the moment, and although we are so excited for the end result, the last few weeks have certainly been a challenge. We’ve fought (and lost) many battles against dust, we’ve had to wash our dishes in the bathroom sink (gross) and our lounge currently looks like a jumble sale threw up on it. The other day we had a powercut. Mr H tried to fix it by swearing at the fuse box, but this didn’t seem to work. Magically the builders fixed it within five minutes the next day (they have superpowers I swear) but I’m now taking matters into my own hands just in case it happens again. Continue reading
There’s a lovely little Singaporean restaurant in North West London that my family have been going to for years. My grandpa used to love it (he spent his war years in that part of the world) and always amused the waitresses with his vast vocabulary of Indonesian and Malay swear words. Or at least they used to laugh politely. He would order the nasi goreng without fail each time – it was such a big portion he could never finish it, so (being the Jewish mother he always claimed to be) he always told us we hadn’t eaten enough and made us help him out. I don’t think I’ve ever left that restaurant feeling anything left than stuffed. Continue reading
When Mr H and I set off on a magical tour of India two years ago, we had no idea how much of an assault on the senses (in a good way!) it would be. Everywhere we went we were wowed by the noise, the colours and the smells, but above all, the tastes.
These beauties are the perfect snack – packed with slow-release energy, good fats and tonnes of vitamins and minerals, they are so easy to pop into your lunch box and take to work for a teatime pick-me-up. They are also so easy to pop into your mouth, which is where most of ours seem to end up.
May – it’s probably our favourite month of the year. Not only are there TWO bank holidays, the Eurovision song contest and potentially a day or two of warm-ish weather, but it also marks the beginning of British strawberry season. I’m so excited to get my strawberry on that I could practically sing about it, but I won’t, as I’d most likely end up with nil points. Continue reading