Date and Walnut Traybake Cake
The first time I made this traybake, it was born from necessity rather than inspiration. My mother-in-law was arriving for an unexpected visit, and my pantry held nothing but a …
The first time I made this traybake, it was born from necessity rather than inspiration. My mother-in-law was arriving for an unexpected visit, and my pantry held nothing but a …
The first time I watched my grandmother make doughnuts, I was seven years old, standing on a rickety wooden stool that wobbled with every eager shift of my weight. Her …
The first time I tasted cherry cheesecake, I was seven years old, perched on a wobbly diner stool that spun just enough to make me giggle. My grandmother ordered it …
The first time I attempted a keto dessert, disaster struck with the enthusiasm of a toddler in a china shop. What emerged from my oven resembled something between a science …
The first time I tasted authentic New Orleans bread pudding was at a dimly lit café in the French Quarter, where jazz music drifted through open windows and the air …
The first time I made this lemon cream cheese dump cake, I was desperately trying to impress my mother-in-law during her inaugural visit to our home. Standing in my tiny …
Summer arrived early that June, and with it came my neighbor’s generous gift of a overflowing basket of strawberries from her garden. The berries were perfect – ruby red with …
The first time I tasted a proper pistachio dessert, I was standing in a small bakery in Sicily, watching an elderly woman crack open shells with practiced precision. Her weathered …
The first time I made this strawberry cake, it was for my daughter’s seventh birthday, and she had one very specific request: “Mom, I want a cake that tastes like …