Hold The Anchovies Please

It’s done.  The Christmas cake is finished and after feeding it daily with whisky stolen from Mr’s stash (don’t tell him, but at some point he’ll notice the bottle of Ardbeg is empty) I am more than delighted with the results. I was sent Delia’s…

I have fond memories of cooking with my Mum in the kitchen, out would come the Be-Ro cookbook – a dog eared pocket-sized A5 pamphlet which held the secret to a good bake in the scone and sausage roll department.  The bit I remember best of…