What could be better than to have all the pancake recipes on the blog in one handy place! Your wish is my command. Savoury, sweet… it’s all here. Feel free to add links to any great recipes you know in the comments. Share the pancake love.
Friends of ours are about to have their first baby. We actually introduced them in a slightly aggressive way, so sure were we that they’d hit it off. This is the second match I have been involved in that has resulted in marriage. I reckon if this whole recipe thing goes wrong then I have a future in matchmaking.
Well this is embarrassing. I promised that this recipe would be up on the blog in November. Seems I am out by a few months. Gosh, we’re even into a new year.
How are the resolutions going? This year I decided to absolutely not make any new year’s resolutions. I’ve made many in my time and have found, after a good few years of research, that they are more often than not, pointless.
Look, I’m not anti diet. Goodness knows I’ve been on enough of them myself. I’m just anti people going on a diet in January. For one, it’s cold so really not the time of year to be cutting the calories and swapping hearty comfort food for salad. Secondly (and this is my real, selfish reason), it’s my birthday month and I have had it up to here with people making excuses:
Happy Boxing Day! I am on The Saturday Show on Channel 5 today at 9am making this recipe along with a few others. Mince pie brownies require no hard sell. They’re the festive cousin of the classic brownie with no need for a cronut style hybrid name.
Happy Boxing Day! I am on The Saturday Show on Channel 5 today at 9am making lots of recipes for using up Christmas leftovers. I didn’t get a chance to make these on the show as there wasn’t time, but here’s the recipe anyway. I hope you like it.
Christmas. It’s all about carols, selection boxes and Mary Poppins, no?
No. It’s all about reverting to type. And what I mean by that is regressing to your inner child and channelling the family caricature from your youth.
I had quite an expensive education. It involved Latin and wearing a blazer. I’m afraid I’ve never had a cross to bear with regards to school. I don’t have stories of being miserable. Not especially. I was bullied a little in the early years but no more than the next kid. I was reasonably popular. I was reasonably good at my studies. There were enough stupid rules for my teenage angst ridden self to rage against. (I still don’t understand why we had to ask a teacher for permission to remove our blazer. Discipline gone mad).
I know at this time of year people are firmly divided into two camps. There are those who do partake in mincemeat and those who jolly well don’t. They react to it in an Arthur Miller style protestation of there being witchcraft at play.
Holly Bell 