Stop Baking…
…was more or less the first thing Mr B said to me on Saturday morning. He didn’t seem to mind the homemade bread with his breakfast, but was upset about the leftover financiers...
Read More →…was more or less the first thing Mr B said to me on Saturday morning. He didn’t seem to mind the homemade bread with his breakfast, but was upset about the leftover financiers...
Read More →I decided I should practice my baking skills post-Bertinet sooner rather than later and have been whirling a like dervish in the kitchen this week. First up, some mini chocolate financiers. I took...
Read More →Just when I thought I had dealt with all the autumn fruit from various sources, Mr B turned up home from work with a large bag of pears from a colleague’s garden. My...
Read More →Just back from four heavenly days at the Bertinet Kitchen in Bath (http://www.thebertinetkitchen.com). Once elaborate plans were in place for making sure Missy B didn’t go feral in my absence, I headed to...
Read More →A few weeks ago Mr B took me by surprise by bringing home some skinned mackerel fillets, contrary to the very clear instructions on the shopping list. I was doing a bit of...
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