Cakes What I Have Made

This is not a post about how to make cakes good, like what I do*. This is a post about cakes gone by, whose fluffy centres and creamy outsides have long since forged a path through the digestive tracts of my friends and family. Which, when I read it back, sounds kind of gross –…

Taking a (cake) stand

My mum, god bless her five-foot-nothing existence, is super terrible at accepting gifts. If she could find a way to ensure that nobody got her presents on her birthday, let alone on Mother’s Day, she’d do it. Fortunately, we never let her get away with it. Open these presents. Drink this prosecco. Look at these flowers,…