Dense, al dente, and drenched in fragrant, sticky sugar syrup. This cake is a corn-based cousin to one of my favourite treats: Arabic semolina cake (a.k.a. harissa, namoura, basbousa or revani). Continue reading
A cake for summer parties, when the sun is hot and there are many mouths to feed. a.k.a. going (almost) “full Martha Stewart”. Continue reading
It’s New York. It’s Summer.
Blueberries are $5/kg.
Blackberries taste like blackberries.
This pie was inevitable. Continue reading
A rainy Sunday. A yearning to make lattice. A handful of spicy Meyer lemons. And a hidden layer of ganache. Continue reading
The lamingtons of my childhood were often the size of a Rubik’s cube… and drier than the Australian outback. These bright, sweet gems are about a quarter of the size, and the sponge alone is something magic. Add white chocolate, blueberry jam and lemon curd and you’re subverting tradition in the most delicious way. Continue reading
Inspired by an assortment of donated citrus, a sunny afternoon, and a hankering for something tart but delicate. Serve after dinner on a Sunday night, with good friends, a glass of sparkling wine and a few hours of uncontrollable laughter. Continue reading
In France, it’s Bastille Day. The Tour de France is on. In Darlinghurst, it is dark and cold. The Tour de France is on TV. There’s no better time to bake this Summery Corsican ricotta cake
…then pair it with Wintery spiced pears. Continue reading
Whoopie pies prove that (spicy, treacley) cake really is just a vessel for the (zesty, sherbety) frosting. Continue reading
Last time I visited New York, the final sweet days of Summer were upon us, and every restaurant had a “[citrus] pound cake + [seasonal fruit] compote + [thick dairy product]” on the menu. This is a result of fond memories and cheap blackberries. Continue reading
