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!
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Slow cooker aubergine, mushroom and lentil bolognaise
My slow cooker was one of the best presents I received for my wedding. Although I’m aware this statement makes me sound a little old (and maybe a bit sad?) it’s the truth. Slow cookers are just amazing – you throw in a bunch of stuff, set the timer and when you come home at the end of the day you open the door to the smell of amazing food and lo and behold there’s a perfectly cooked dinner ready and waiting. It’s just so easy, but it also makes the food so delicious as it keeps in all the moisture and makes everything really tender. Continue reading
Easy peasy Japanese-y slow cooker veggie curry
As part of our honeymoon Mr H and I spent a week in Tokyo marvelling at everything the amazing city had to offer, getting extremely lost, sitting under cherry blossom trees, people watching for hours on end, but above all, eating. Tokyo has over 10,000 restaurants, ranging from tiny little ones with five seats in a dark alleyway to Michelin starred palaces with impeccable service. You name it, we tried it. The D&H mantra of ‘active avoidance’ certainly came into effect here, as we made sure to try everything once and not feel guilty about it so that we could go home with no foodie regrets.
Slow cooker Mexican three bean chilli
OHMAGAWD. I have no kitchen. PANIC. That’s me when I was told that in order to have a lovely sparkly new kitchen fitted, it would mean living sans kitchen for a month. Originally I hadn’t given it much thought; ‘June will be warm, we can just eat salads’, I told myself (and a very unhappy looking Mr H). Well it turns out that you just can’t make those sort of assumptions in the UK, as I sit here now huddled in my dressing gown, listening to the wind and rain outside. Continue reading