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 […]