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.
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”
In my post for Charlie’s Leaving Cake I already mentioned my slight fear of making meringues, macarons or apparently anything involving only egg whites. However, I decided to tackle this problem head on and make my own flavoured meringues.
Even if you are not a fan of tennis, the Wimbledon fortnight is a pretty big part of British culture. I personally love it and I think a lot of this stems from my Mum. Although I played tennis when I was younger (and was distinctly average in spite of my many lessons), she’s definitely a lot more keen. If she’s not playing it she’s watching it! So while I spent my Sunday at work, she spent hers glued to the television. However, Wimbledon season still always manages to get me fired up. Since this blog post falls on the same day as many of the final rounds of the competition, including the men’s singles, I therefore used this as inspiration. Continue reading “Strawberry and Pimms Tiramisu”