As I type, today is the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. Therefore, Spring is pretty much round the corner. From here on in, days get longer and the sun is pretty much round the corner, you can almost feel the heat (opps, no sorry, that’s the electric blanket I forgot to turn off). But for now, the mornings are still frosty and crisp and my body is screaming out to go into hibernation (Just 5 more minutes in bed! *Rolls over. Hit the snooze button for the fifth time, realise there is NO time left to snooze and now don’t have enough time to shower and have wear a hat all day to hide my greasy barnet*). Go to work in the dark, leave in the dark, just dark dark dark. All there is to look forward to in January is a rumoured new series of Peaky Blinders and Call The Midwife. Such grim days call for joyous snacks, especially of the sweet kind. My personal preference is a festive biscuit selection box. Custard creams! Bourbons! Chocolate digestives! All the winners are there and waiting to be dunked into a tea whilst curled on the sofa waiting for the wretched winter to pass.
This Easter weekend, I have eaten a lot of cake. However, in the words of my inspiration, Nigella, you should only feel guilty about food if you do not feel pleasure from eating it. And each sweet treat was v pleasurable and therefore guilt free (until I stand on the scales)! I started off my sugarathon at Manuka Kitchen in Fulham where I shared a peanut butter, chocolate and pretzel tart with the BF. Very rich and indulgent, one to share was more than enough (pictures can be seen on my Instagram @hollylovescake). The ground pretzels were used to make the pie crust filled with a rich chocolate ganache and topped with peanut creammmmmmmmmm (Opps, sorry, just thinking about it is making me drool). Delightful. The cafe itself is stylish with an open kitchen at the back with black and white pictures from local industry adorning the walls, it serves a great brunch menu with pancakes as big as mattresses. The same day also saw us going to Dum Dum Donutterie located in Box Park, Shoreditch. Wow. They are all about the doughnut and they do it so so well. Every doughnut sounded like a dream including creme brulee. But I was all over the cronut, a big craze of cake hybrid mixing a croissant with a doughnut. Flakey yet doughy, buttery and sugary and oozing with pistachio cream. This was absolute filth in the best possible way.