Fail, Fail, Fail on the Pastry Front
There are some days when you just shouldn’t set foot in the kitchen. My second batch of vol-au-vents was pathetic β I’d used puffβ¦
There are some days when you just shouldn’t set foot in the kitchen. My second batch of vol-au-vents was pathetic β I’d used puffβ¦
I set out to make toad in the hole my way, then spent the whole film second-guessing myself β imposter syndrome strikes again! Twoβ¦
“So, 30g of ginger. Fourβ¦ fourβ¦ oh, what are these called?” Lemongrass, Jules. They’re called lemongrass. In my defence, I’d had one and aβ¦
Twenty-two seconds of me trying to explain what a swede is called around the world. America calls it a rutabaga (eventually), Scotland calls itβ¦β¦
Five seconds in one of my favourite places in the world: the gorgeous Greek island of Skopelos, sipping a Negroni in a swanky barβ¦
Not every recipe works! This one starts with me tasting something I’d made and pulling a face β too runny, and frankly horrible. Allβ¦