

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