I am an absolute cookie monster but I won’t accept any old cookie. I am what you might call, a cookie connoisseur! It has to meet my certain criteria or quite frankly, I shan’t waste the calories on it (my waistline is becoming much more susceptible to soaking up excess podge in my old age to allow a bad biccy to destroy it). I have preached many a time about the qualities of a good cookie, crunchy on the outer rim then getting chewy, almost fudge-like near the middle (hell, I even prefer mine to be under baked so they still have a ting of cookie dough about them. I’m sure it’s not health and safety friendly but what the heck?! I’d risk food poisoning for cookie nirvana). I had yet to find a perfect texture when using spelt flour as it doesn’t get that crunch or chew that I was searching for…. UNTIL NOW! I like spelt, it has much more flavour than regular flour plus it has some health benefits apparently to kind of balance out the sugary naughtiness.
There is something I want to write about at the moment but just CAN’T. Because they are super top secret! Not just secret, totally utterly if-I-told-you-I-would-have-to-kill-you kinda secret. I know, it makes a pretty rubbish blog post me writing about something that I can’t tell you but I am unable to think about much else right now so all I can offer you right now is a rather delightful cake recipe and the promise that in the coming weeks hopefully I can divulge further information… Why is it that every time you have something you can’t speak about you just want to shout it from the roof tops?!
This weekend is the return of Hollylovescake to Ascot farmers market! I will be there from 9am-1pm on Sunday 15th selling my best selling gluten free mud cake, honey and rye chocolate hob nobs amongst others. This months seasonal special will be this weeks recipe, sticky ginger cake (I am loving the stall but I def need to fit in a bit better, buy a bum bag for my change, some fingerless gloves, a flat cap, develop a Cockney accent…?)
Only a week back to reality and already India feels a million years ago (no exaggeration). Back to work, to windy cold days and to being stuck in traffic jams on the M25. Yay… I must have said the same sentence around 100 times, ‘Yes I had an AMAZING holiday thank you, it was everything I wanted it to be and more’, every time with oodles of enthusiasm because I really could talk about it forever. We spent the most amazing 3 days at an organic farm called Dewalokam, 50km outside the main city of Kochin.