All posts tagged: desserts

Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake

When it comes to cake, there’s not really much to say really. You either love it or hate it. Or hate it because you’re, well… crazy. I’m disappointed and ashamed to say that my German, is one such non-believer. He has his reasons.  Too much apfelstrudel can cloud the mind. His aunt was, and actually still is, a prolific cake baker. With no one to try out her medleys, she turned to her niece and nephews. Again and again and again. You would think it was every child’s dream to try lots of different cakes, almost everyday for months on end? Apparently not. They never quite recovered from the shock of ‘cake testing’. But still… Even faced with such evidence, I can’t be diplomatic about this. Unless you’re suffering from gingival hyperplasia, or any other such strange gum swallowing disease, cake is always an option. As the wise old saying goes: Only fools fall foul of… cake! Ok, so maybe I made that up. But it does sound ancient and wise, no? And so it should be, ancient …

Because… stressed spelled backwards is desserts

All the packing, planning and pondering is finally coming to a head. I’m off to Japan. Yay. I think. I doubt anyone will understand how much this means to me. This trip has been my bucket list for close to 15 years. Whilst all my friends were dreaming of owning a car, or even going off to Ibiza, I wanted to see China and Japan. This rocky week has been full of sleepless nights, tearful outbursts and a resurgence of my teenage acne. Great! The anticipation is killing me. For the last four days, I’ve been fighting the urge to chomp down on all manner of evils. Its actually come to the point where I’ve placed a ban on certain items.  Suddenly things I clearly would never normally eat look tantalizingly appealing to me. I’m practically there now. Yay! So as a compromise, I’ve decided to make myself a treat. A sweet treat. Its called Chin Chin and its a West African snack. When I was a kid, my aunt would always give us chin chin to take home with us. …

…avec de Chocolade…. Part 2

I was thwarted once…  My first attempt at a ‘Flourless Gluten Free Chocolate Cake’ was a disaster. And how could I have been victorious, with a drawn out name like that? What can I say? I expected too much from this recipe. In hindsight, I admit that I had put too much pressure on myself. I just wanted to have some more material for my channel. Lesson learned. Here’s take two. Tada! Its floppy. Its a little beat up. All the best things in life are. But I bet you a whole £5 (that’s all I’ve got to spare for now, I’m afraid), that this is the bestest chocolatiest cake you will ever try in your life. Big words for a little bird, you say? Well sir….The top is crispy, the inside is moist. It melts all that gooey chocolately loveliness into your mouth. And if you put it in the fridge, it magically transforms into a brownie. The fun never ends. Sure it takes a little more effort than its floured counterpart, but I promise …

FudgeMeNot

Who doesn’t love fudge? Well to those non-believers, I say you just haven’t tried the true fudge. The true-true (Cloud Atlas anyone?) In fudge we trust. Can I get an ‘A-fudge’? So by now, you’re probably rolling your eyes, because clearly all I am doing is putting fudge in front of words. I’ll stop. I’ve ran out of fudge related puns anyways. Joking aside, what with all the aggro against fudge? The other day, I had a 25 minute conversation, with someone who was convinced that fudge, “… is exclusively for those old enough to know what the swinging sixties was actually like.” While a lot of you might be offended, I got what she meant. I’m not sure if it was just simply a dig at me, or if she actually felt so strongly against it. But her message was clear: Fudge is for the old folks. Well then, I must be the oldest. It’s my sweet distraction. My naughty treat in the wee hours of the morning, when hot, humid, restlessness pays me a visit; stealing my sleep …