All posts tagged: gluten free

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. …

C is for… Chili

Some days I want to pack in all in, and get on the first flight back to London. I’m loath to admit it, but I am still that very same petulant teenager that used to sew buttons and badges onto her blazer, in protest of the over-strict (and to this day foolish) uniforms policy. I am chaos at its best. Now, however, the grown up, more mature version of me, has more sway and is finally able to calm me down. Let’s just say that I had an incident two days ago, that stung my already fragile sense of self. It reminded me of how much I stuck out here, that I may never assimilate, but more importantly, that I may never fit in; the way I want. My first reaction, and one we are all familiar with, was to flee or at least plan my escape. There are very few times when I think my stubbornness is a good trait, but this is one of them, because my next reaction was along the lines of: So …

…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 …