Now I’m not normally a bread baker (mainly because you can’t gobble the mix as you go along) but this dough was superrrrr easy to make and actually turned out crispy n delish.
Before we get into the crumby biz, here’s this week’s kitchen goss…
Note to self: NEVER go on a first date to the beach. We were having the time of our lives splish splashing around in Newcastle when Vic’s GoPro captured some horrific/hilarious pics that have honestly made my self esteem PLUMMET.
Pictured: 2 girls, one looks scarily like Paul Chuckle, the other just looks bad.
Action shot ❤ Caitlin, the goggles are a look x
Wig slip x
Overall, I think everyone on the beach got second hand embarrassment from us, but we had a mint time (minus thinking I had frost bite because my toes went purple.) Can’t wait for next year, love you two weirdos so much xxx
Anyway enough of that, are you bready for action? Sorry I’ll stop now, that was really bad.
You saucyyyyy minx. *Said in dirty Northern accent*
As my closest homies will know, my fave EVER dessert is a classic sticky toffee pudding. But when the craving hits, there’s just no time to scurry out to get dates or slave over making a toffee sauce. This is where this self-saucing pud saves the day.
It’s pretty snazzy, the sauce is poured over the cake batter and everything gets banged in the oven. 30 mins later and the cake has magically swapped places with the toffee sauce. It is genuine witchcraft.
Before we get crackalackin, here is the KG:
Today is a very very special day. After 4 long weeks my homebrew is FINALLY ready for a naughty sample. Like all good craft beers, I needed an edgy name for my little baby.
Rochdale Rat P*ss seemed fitting. Genuinely would rather have a plague-riddled rat from the Dale tinkle in my mouth than drink this.
Whoopie pies are one of those controversial debate-sparking desserts that falls under the same category as Jaffa Cakes – are they a biccie, are they a cake? Honestly nobody knows and nobody cares, they’re just delish.
Now I’ve always been more of a tea gal myself, but the struggle of making it into anatomy on 4 hours sleep has forced me to branch out to coffee. I must admit I’m a bit of a baby when it comes to coffee – just about handling a brew with half a pint of milk and 236487293487 sugars. I do, however, enjoy a vanilla latte which is why these bad bois have been rustled up.