No, I haven’t just helped myself to a slice. How dare you even make such a suggestion. *guilty crumb face*

An iron grey June sky is sitting low over the park and the air smells of hot pavement, dry lawns and rains to come. I’m on a picnic [...]

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A truly awesome plate (pudding’s not bad either)

My new favourite cookbook is New Feast by Greg and Lucy Malouf. Published last year, I found it in a stack of cookbooks at work and brought it home to read. That was about six weeks ago and [...]

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Just a little bite to make sure it’s OK. I promise not to eat it all (I ate it all).

Are you watching the Great British Bake Off? Of course you are. Nigh on 8 million people are sat on their sofas every Wednesday, goggling at a tabernacle [...]

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Behold, here’s cake

The milk keeps going off in my fridge. I could blame the fridge. Suggest it has a faulty dial that makes it run warm, or a loose seal that means the door quietly pops open in the middle of the night. Maybe it has ambitions to be [...]

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I piped icing. Actually piped icing. I must be serious

There are many ways to make friends in this world, and the most effective of them all is cake. You can try being open, kind, generous, honest, charming, witty, intelligent, wise or sharing a niche hobby like plotting world domination [...]

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Hot buttered buns. I make no jokes here

An abomination is occurring in my house every morning. An offence against nature and the natural order of things so terrible that I can’t stay silent any more. I have to stand up and raise my voice in protest. “No,” I cry. [...]

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Back off. This cake is all mine.

One of the best things I watched this year (and it will remain one of the best things I watch all year) was The Daughters of Jerusalem, one of the Father Brown mysteries brought to life in non-specific period [...]

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Pink cake

On Friday evening I sidled into a basement bar in Farringdon. My hat was low, my collar high, my demeanour shifty and in my hand I had a folded reusable shopping bag that I was prepared to use. I was there to meet my dealer. My rhubarb dealer.

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Are these brownies or teeny tiny T-bone steaks? It’s almost impossible to tell

When my friends have a birthday, two thoughts occur to me. The first is that I absolutely must remember not to drink too much wine at their party (ha!). The second is: what meat-shaped novelty cake shall [...]

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Little lemon, almond and polenta cakes

Urban Food Fortnight, that two week waltz through the community gardens of London is over and I am laid up in bed with the kind of cold that only hits when you stop working, have a sit down and let your immune [...]

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