We're very privileged to present on the blog a rare medieval poetic find. The person who sent it to us has also provided a note on the t...

berlin, 1957 she cut her finger on the sugar window pane   and even when the loaves rose they were unforgiving  breadcrumbs on my f...

Every part of the day is for working.  On a good morning there is sunlight when we rise. Work fills all ...

alexandra pal ace crumbling on its upturned bowl of green & golden mise-en- scène its burns to thi...

A cake once seen in shadows thrown By sunlight on my counter clean, Was ‘disappeared’ by hands unknown And taken to a foreign scen...

Genoa Cake: No, do you? He copied jokes and doodled beside his wife’s recipes. Marjorie and their child...

Sit down, don’t frown, yes – over here You say you feel like cake, my dear? You look a bit like cake as well (A doc like me can alwa...

These shows remind me why I don’t cook. Ah, nor do I make my own clothes. The plumber’s here, singing to the toilet. N...

on a St. Ives beach, circa eighty-two. The palette used for conjuring this scene is rain washed vermilion for the bathing hut, t...

It was two days before my 27 th birthday when I had my first madeleine. I had gulleted half b...

First of all, you need to get in there. Put your back into it, every ounce Of your mercifully unmeasured eight-year-old weight. Someone else...

babycake my funny yellow fellow slanty eyes astray as you walk through the ashtray with special fingers bu...

The bowl’s had its eyes closed for two hours but we bustle around it raid the fridge for spoils filch the brut cider out of its box ...

So Stuart goes, as expected since week one, From the imprecision of his Union Flag on, He never seemed as up to speed as John, ...

my baking heart How do I love thee? Let me count the pastries. I love thee to the millilitre and kilo and ounce my measuring scale...

And then I catch you, baking after midnight again, mushrooming flour a nuclear cloud in your hair. Elbow deep, you dive into a c...

My wife once had a quiche disaster, Inedible to beast or man. I thought I'd help, and so I asked her, "Do we have a back-up ...

Deliver me from cakes who could do with pulling themselves together – torte, glossy, but with anxious leanings; pavlova, whims...

In my mother’s kitchen there were no scales, all weighing was done by tablespoon; for flour and sugar, a perfect ounce heaped  as much a...

On the first day She said: Let them be very, very light! And lo! She created the recipes.  On the Second day She brought forth ingredients...