It's been a long time between cakes. Don't get me wrong - I've been eating them just not making them as I've been away...

Once upon a time, I went to Wales. Well, it was May to be precise but the faraway is for its fairytale feel. My memories are of lush gre...

I'm sorry this post is so late. I can explain. You see, my cousin got married in London a week or so ago and I took advantage of ...

The New York Times had a pretty bad week. I am not here to defend peas in guacamole , but their cooking section generally, which is r...

Is it possible for a cookie to be seasonal? After making speculaas last weekend I'd be inclined to argue yes. When it's cold ou...

In January this year, I did a road trip with a friend down Highway One, on the west coast of the US. The starting point for our trip was...

Some good friends of mine moved house on Monday. I, by contrast, have not moved very far from my computer in the last month with a seemi...

You'd think it would be impossible for someone like me, such a devoted devourer of baked goods, to discover anything new about the c...

Cinnamon smells like morning. I've been seeing quite a bit more morning lately, courtesy of my hectic football-watching schedule. An...

If you're a kid and it's your birthday, then there's only one cake you want. And because all of us have been kids (or perh...

American cops - or, more accurately, American cops in American movies - are renowned for their great love of doughnuts. The Danish polic...

  If Hans Christian Andersen's right and to travel is to live, then I've been doing a lot of living lately. This Easter lo...

My Danish has not come along a great deal in the three weeks I've been here. My one complete phrase which translates to "Do you...