In which I avoid political stress by thinking about tarts and other pretty things.
In which I propose that Death by Chocolate cake is better than dirty underwear.
In which I bake walnut and cheese biscotti and make a dead Italian baker proud.
In which I pretend to be Italian and throw my head back to laugh gaily while making fresh biscotti.
In which I make honeycomb many, many times. So many times. And then I make ice cream!
In which I lament the loss of the great loves of my television life, Mel and Sue.
In which I make like Nabisco and bake homemade crackers.
In which I attempt a tarte au citron while sporting the bold hair of a champion.
In which I present a delightful blueberry pie recipe that I presented previously. (Subtitle: 4th of
In which I'm defiantly unfaithful to my Paul Hollywood and Great British Bake Off cookbooks with
