Aren’t cranberries great? And snowflakes too, actual snow flakes, not the ones that get thrown around by idiots on twitter who think they’re being funny. Cranberries may not be as sweet as many other fruits or berries, but they still make a wonderful pie. It’s a particularly tart one, even with all the sugar but, covered in snowflake pastry and served up with a dollop of cream, you’ve got a perfect dessert for sharing at a festive dinner party.
Cranberry Pie will be my last recipe of the year, and I’m hoping to get back at things properly again in the new year. It’s been great to get back putting up content regularly again, and with some pretty big news coming up I’m hoping things will be rejuvenated and I’ll be posting recipes more often. So watch this space. In the meantime, I hope everyone has an absolutely wonderful Christmas and New Year, and that their 2018’s have been bearable.
A tart but festive fruit pie that’s the ideal dessert for a Christmas dinner party.
Hi there, I know I’ve been quiet this year, but you didn’t think I’d stay quiet over the Christmas period, right? Christmas is the best time for baking; when everyone’s having get-togethers, bringing in biscuit boxes to work or just generally hiding from the cold dark evenings. I’ve still been baking, and I’ve even managed to photograph some of the things I’ve baked. This mean I’ve managed to get a bit of a backlog of recipes to post, and what better time than Christmas to post them? I’ve been trying to push myself with my baking recently, teaching myself new things, or baking things that are outside of my usual comfort zone. One of the things that’s been on my list for years, that I’ve never plucked up the courage to try and make, has been choux pastry. It’s always been intimidating, from bake off to recipe books to many places talk about how hard it is to get right. After a few mistakes with my baking in recent months I was even more worried, but decided that now was the time to try and make some simple Profiteroles, and that it was also time to try my hand at making Crème Patissiere for the first time too.Read more
I wouldn’t be a Yorkshireman if I didn’t like rhubarb. You can’t talk about the stuff in the UK without someone bringing up the Rhubarb Triangle (between Wakefield, Morley and Rothwell). It’s April and we’re in prime season now for forced rhubarb, just before the main season for normal rhubarb kicks in. Forced rhubarb is actually pinker, so if you want to bake something with a slightly more striking look, now’s the time to do it. You’ll still have something that tastes great at other times, but if you want the colour you’d have to create it artificially. Read more
This is going to be my last post of 2017 and I feel like it’s a good one to sign out on. It’s actually been in the works from as far back as last August, when I went to New York. Whenever I’ve baked this recipe in that time the photos I’ve taken just haven’t been good enough, and for a recipe as good as this one, the photos need to do it justice. So lets rewind to August of 2016; after a day walking around Manhattan in the baking heat we sought out Milk Bar, part of the famed Momofuku group, to stock up on some bakes. Crack Pie had come recommended, and with such a ludicrous name, it sounded like something I needed to try. I didn’t realise that I was about to have one of the single most decadent desserts of my life. Crack Pie is essentially a butter tart, so think a dense layer of gooey, buttery filling sitting on top of a biscuit base. Read more
Christmas, it’s nearly upon us. I’ve had a quiet few weeks because life happened. I moved house (still in Walthamstow, still smug as f*ck, just a different bit) then a couple of weeks later I started a new job. The new new job required me to spend a whole week in Edinburgh. None of this was conducive to baking, photographing and writing. But as I said, Christmas is nearly here. So it’s time to start with the festive recipes. Jumping straight in with something insanely chocolatey, which’d be perfect as the dessert for a friendly get together, or maybe just to keep in the fridge to slowly work your way through yourself as part of proper festive decadence. Read more