Is it bad that my mouth started to water just from typing those three words in succession? I don't know who Auntie Anne is (or was), but one thing's for sure: I love her.
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
This is a truly beautiful place. Located in Edgware, down one of the quieter side roads leading off the busy high street, it is a safe haven from manic shoppers and frantic businessmen running for busses, offering up delectable Jewish fare in a restaurant so small you feel as though you've been invited into their living room for Friday night supper.
Monday, 26 December 2011
If you're currently anything like myself, you will be lazing around the house recovering from yesterday, wishing you hadn't eaten so much yet simultaneously craving food, particularly something sweet. It is one of life's great paradoxes.
Sunday, 25 December 2011
I'm writing this in bed (understandably), as I am currently suffering from the very real worry that if I stand up/exert myself whatsoever I will explode. Don't worry, I've got a box of Roses next to me to distract me from my impending doom.
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Friday, 23 December 2011
Cupcakes are supremely appropriate for this time of year for a multitude of reasons, the most important being that as they're conveniently small it's easy to stuff several into your face at once when you're searching for a wintery sugar high. However, as well as this, I like to look on them as little festive bundles of joy, bringing you Christmas cheer in every bite.
Thursday, 22 December 2011
Personally, I think sandwiches are a work of genius, and if I were ever to invent a time machine, one of the first things I would do is to travel back to the eighteenth century and give the Earl of Sandwich a big smooch.
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Ploughman's Lunch 101
For anyone not in the know, check out the definition HERE
Lord do I love a good ploughman's lunch. Maybe its got something to do with being British, but you really just can't beat it. Screw the season, the time of day, the situation; it's always welcome in my stomach.
Monday, 19 December 2011
There is nothing quite like the smell of baking bread, is there?
Well, despite my clearly futile efforts to reduce the amount of carbohydrates I stuff myself with on an average day (monstrous quantities, but then who can resist them? Well, apart from Dr. Atkins, and look how that worked out...) I find there is nothing more comforting, not to mention rewarding, than biting into the crusty exterior of a fresh baked roll to expose the ooey gooey dough within. Add lashings of melted butter and you're golden.