After taking a week off I have to admit that my lack of posting is very much met with a ‘sorry, not sorry’ attitude. I can, in some ways, try and redeem myself in the sense that I was at least baking myself in the Spanish sun (but my attempts to tan merely resulted in some fairy questionable burn lines), but I cannot make any claim of doing anything more than being thoroughly lazy. While I could go on to make many more smug comments about going to Fib Festival, I will move on before it turns into a 1000 word long ramble and turn to what we’re all here for, Jaffa Cheesecake.
In the last Sunday before my Tough Mudder, I admit defeat by breaking my no sugar streak in utter style. This, of course, could only be done by choosing something that is basically full of the stuff. To be honest, I think this is probably quite a good representation of my training levels in general; I started out with good intentions but, in the end, I’m not actually sure how much further along the fitness lines I really am! But think of it this way, this is at least the penultimate time you’ll have to hear about it; there is always a silver lining!
And so the healthy baking continues with this weeks offering of a rhubarb, spelt and pecan crumble. As with my previous posts for a matcha, raspberry and honey cake, or my protein loaf from last week, I’m not going to bore you with the reasons behind the health kick as, let’s face it, it’s not really that exciting! But what I will say is that there was definitely a hint of smugness during my Summer shopping trip yesterday as I managed to squeeze myself into a slightly smaller size. This was quickly wiped from my expression when I was smacked with a phone bill to repair my phone, but all that aside I can cross my fingers that these posts are actually working!
If you’ve managed to have a peek at any of my blog posts recently, you will know that a lot of them, in some ways, have been for birthdays. Whether it was my raspberry and white chocolate cookie cake or my schiachiatta con uva a lot of my recipes have been a little less random than what happens to come to mind. As much as I do enjoy baking for this reason, it does add a little bit of extra pressure to get it right and this week was no exception. However, this week I was not cooking for a birthday, but instead in an attempt to impress one of my toughest critics: my grandma.
So first things first happy new year everyone! Now we can all happily wave goodbye to 2016 with a general sigh of relief and look towards a hopeful 2017 with it’s first few sober and sweaty months at the gym until we all discover wine and chocolate again. Let’s face it, it’s going to happen, and I will be here with my blog helping you all fail along the way (cue evil laugh). But on a more positive note, I hope you all had a wonderful new years eve (and I do wish you luck really). Anyway, back to the baking…
This week I thought I would do something a little different on the blog. I have been meaning to host a dinner party for the girls from school since I came back from my ski season a few months ago and decided to take the advantage of having an empty house by finally doing it. Having done the whole rebellious house party thing in sixth form (which my parents found out about it before they even left due to my lack of stealth and tact), I decided this time I would keep things a bit more civilised. In spite of the slight gin-induced hangover the next day, it was lovely to see everyone and have a good catchup.
But enough about the drink, onto the food. Continue reading “Westfield Girls Dinner Party: Pulled Chicken Burgers and Amarula Chocolate Swirl Cheesecake”
After the filo disaster in my last post for chorizo and manchego filo parcels, I decided to revisit pastry on more familiar terms. After having successfully made a nectarine, plum and almond tart at work, I decided to replicate it for my blog using more seasonal ingredients. I have tried to make tarts like this several times in the past and although they have worked out fairly well, I have a tendency to slightly catch them in the oven. This meant I was quite irrationally excited when this one turned out pretty well. Hence my decision to relive this excitement through my blog (and become even more smug by posting a picture of the nectarine tart); some might say I need a life but I, to an extent, beg to differ. Continue reading “Greengage, Blackberry and Almond Tart”