Huancayo, or Life in a Central Highlands Town

Huancayo: a town with a population of 400,000, and located at an altitude of 3244m above sea level. A place described by Lonely Planet as giving the traveller “the impression of arriving in some Wild West frontier town. Tumbledown outer suburbs, dusty, chaotic streets, people wandering seemingly at random and all around the mountains rise […]

Chocolate Chuquiasqeña

5th March 2014, Sucre, Bolivia I know, I know. I know what you’re thinking. What happened to the cake? What happened to Fridays? Well, I don’t really know. I guess La Paz is a wonderful city for street food (keep your eyes peeled for a future post on the many kinds of pastry you come […]

German cheesecake, or, why do they even bother giving out the menu?

Not even two weeks in La Paz, and I’m already starting to feel like a native. OK, so that’s a slight lie. There are many things that I don’t and never will understand here, and the fact that most of the time I and my fellow interns are the only non-Bolivians in a place can […]

My first cake with altitude!

Sorry for the bad pun. I was going to make an excuse, but I can’t actually think of an acceptable one, so I won’t bother. So, my first Friday in La Paz! It already feels like I’ve been here a lot longer, and not just cause I’ve been to the Plaza Avaroa a good dozen […]

Baking day! or, I’m sorry, it’s been a while…

… yes, I’m sorry to say that whilst not necessarily neglecting my cake-eating over the festive period (OK, OK, so it was an extended festive period!), my poor blog was left lonely and abandoned. Or, if you look at it from another angle, perhaps it too had a great time slobbing around not doing any […]

A cake called pudding

22nd December 2013, Paris Over these last few days, there have been too many cakes (and non-cakes!) to count, to mention, to describe… There was the waffle (I would call it Belgian, they call it liégeoise) with lines of chocolate embedded in it, oozing slightly, dangerously, temptingly, so that I almost burnt my mouth biting […]

Delia and me

I’ve got to say, that’s not really a flattering thought, is it? I don’t really, as a twenty year old, head into the kitchen and immediately channel my inner Delia Smith. (Or at least, I don’t admit that I do). What about Nigella Lawson, I hear you cry? Rachel Khoo? Lorraine Pascal? Nope, sorry. I […]

La Diplomate – That’s me, right?

Paris, Île-de-France, 6th December 2013 As soon as I saw the name of this one, sat in the window of the boulangerie down the road, I just had to have it. It was the right moment, the perfect day. Why? Well, there was the fact that on my way to work in the morning, the rue […]

D’Artagnan isn’t dead…

…’cause I heard him on the radio. (Music reference from a few years back there!) In fact, as those of you following Tea with D’Artagnan may have noticed, the story hasn’t finished yet. However, it is now the 3rd of December, and I have written over 55,000 words. D’Artagnan has not been abandoned, and chapter twenty […]

Plummy Pie!

Strasbourg, Bas-Rhin, 30/11/13 Let me tell you now, I worked hard for this pie. Hard as in leaving my cosy 1er arrondissement room on a cold, wet Friday evening to cycle through some very dodgy parts of east Paris, and piling onto a coach driven by a German with an eighties mullet and a moustache, […]