This is another Halloween idea, rather than a cake recipe as such. You will need to bake a cake first or buy one – about 20cm across. Any flavour will do. Cakes such as this one or this one would be perfect.
This cake caused just as much excitement as the monster drip cake did in my house. The legs caused a particular stir. You could use any accent colour fondant you wish instead of orange. Purple maybe? That seems witchy. READ MORE
This is more an idea than a cake. You will need to bake a cake first or buy one – about 20cm across. Any flavour will do but given it is Halloween soon maybe you might fancy adding lime marmalade as a slimey filling. Or colour the cake with purple and green food colouring. Or not. Your call. (Cakes such as this one or this one would be perfect).
These marshmallow monsters went down extremely well with my cake and treat loving sons (2 out of the 3). They were removed from the cake when my back was turned and snaffled. I think that’s a very good sign for any novelty cake. (Do excuse the poor quality phone snaps, I had to rush off to the Countryfile Live show so didn’t get any photos taken properly). READ MORE
I have hosted many a Halloween party. I know every game inside out. We’ve done it all. Spooky cupcake decorating, pin the hat on the witch, wrapping small children up as mummies using cheap loo paper, bobbing for apples, ghoul discos… I won’t go on. They’re all fun. But really you may as well ditch the lot and just go straight for the doughnuts on a string. It is one of the funniest games I have ever had the joy to see my children play. Proper belly laughter. And if you manage to fill the house with the aroma of freshly fried doughnuts in the process then bonus points for everyone. If you go a step further and add a doughnut to a boozy freak shake for the adult guests then, well, a spooky high five to you. READ MORE
I’m back. It’s been quite a while since I posted a recipe on here. What can I say? There’s so much to tell you but I’m feeling less than confessional at the moment. Instead I want to tell you about a day I spent at a farm with the Fruit Shoot gang. READ MORE
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I know, I know, this is SO boring. I want to eat syrupy, sugar laden treats all day long just like the next person, but I can’t. My skin gets angry and spotty and my bottom seems to miraculously increase in size. It’s all just deeply unfair but then that’s how life is. You can’t eat cake for every meal. Believe me, I’ve tried. READ MORE
Yes you heard me right. No rise cinnamon rolls. I love a cinnamon roll as much as the next person but my oh my are they a pain in the backside for taking an age to rise. Sweet enriched dough is slow to rise because the eggs and milk and butter act to stop the yeast from working as fast. And so, they do indeed have their place, and that place is for a long slow day when there’s nothing to do other than hang around the house prodding at sweet dough, peering under the clingfilm and willing it to hurry the hell up. READ MORE
It’s my wedding anniversary this week and I have struggled with whether to address it, whether to write anything at all about what’s going on in my personal life. It feels a little too, well, personal. For one, I am scared of the commentary. I know divorce is very disappointing to people. It dashes their hopes, it increases their fears and it shines a light on any relationship problems of their own. READ MORE
I’m not going to mess about. I have stuff to do. The kids are at their Dad’s house over the Easter weekend so it is DIY central here. There’s a drain to unblock, a fence to erect, shelves to drill in and lino for a playhouse to buy. I have even painted the inside of the playhouse with rogue tester pots. Yes, I’m THAT kind of busy. READ MORE
I love Simnel cake. I love all things Eastery in flavour. And as the mother of hungry boys, flapjack has a special place in my heart. So, this Simnel Easter flapjack is everything and more that I’m looking for in an Easter treat. Simple, moreish, not too hard on the pocket and really rather Eastery indeed. READ MORE
I always feel going out on Valentine’s is a bit strange. I remember as a teen venturing out with my much older boyfriend (erm, me just 17 and him, ahem, 27… how to give your parents minor heart palpitations) and sitting in a restaurant marvelling at how all the couples looked like they hated each other. They sat in silence. Staring into the abyss. Of course now I realise they were probably just tired parents, relieved of their kids of the night. READ MORE