Welsh cakes, and why my name is not Myfanwy

picau ar y maen My mother’s heritage was Welsh and she and my father were both talented amateur singers who were brought up in Ipswich, in Queensland, a town with a proud heritage of coal mining, Welsh immigration and  eisteddfodau. As a child she went to a Welsh speaking church and one of my favourite memories…

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Lime drizzle cake – the cake to make when you really want cake

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When life gives you flour, butter, sugar and eggs, preheat the oven.  One of the advantages of occasionally working at home is that at lunchtime you can decide that the time is right to make a cake, get up from your desk, and get started. I was thinking this…

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The sisterhood of scones

As I was making these scones I remembered with love all the women who have had input into my scone recipe over many years. I thought of my grandmother who made a beautifully light pumpkin scone and taught me how to use just the right amount of flour when cutting out scones. I saw my friend…

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Pikelets and memories

The first recipe I ever cooked was pikelets*. I was about ten and eager to help out in the kitchen, sensing even then that the kitchen was where all the action was. My mother was a good, plain cook; hospitable and always concerned that there might not be enough food to feed her guests. Her…

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