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.
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.