As you may have gathered, or not, I’ve been baking almost constantly recently, had a couple of birthday commissions and there’s a few weddings on the horizon! Here’s some snaps of the latest creations.
I feel it maybe time to try and think of a name for my cake making operation…..any suggestions please gimme a shout! Should you have cake needs, drop me a line.
Domestic Goddess Mildilla style.
Photograph and concept by the very talented Ross Cooper > http://www.extantphotography.co.uk
I don’t care if I’m late on this but i’ve just learnt about Ninja Akasaka a sushi joint unlike any other. Why you ask? Ninjas I cry! NINJAS! You eat your over priced sushi in a filmic backdrop with screaming ninjas serving you. As a kid I had a really irrational fear of Ninjas trying to assasinate me but I think I’m over it enough that I won’t cry into my sushimi at dinner. They have one in NYC and one in Japan and my dream is to be taken to either on a date, so yeah any offers > holla at your girl!
I know, I know, all I seem to do these days is post about food and trainers but, in my defense, on a micro-level they’re both massive contributors to my remaining sane. I am, like many of my generation, chasing that illusive dream of having it all and by ‘all’ I mean: the all singing, all dancing career that has me telling people ‘I genuinely don’t feel like it’s work, I just love what I do’, that perfectly flawed white knight, the well rounded offspring and then stepping back and being smugly euphoric when I am that rare statistic that can effortlessly juggle it all resulting in the aforementioned smug sense of Zen.
On the other hand, fuck statistics, unrealistic ideals, fighting tooth and nail just to get a foot in the door, only to have it slammed shut resulting in your toenail going black and falling off, kissing frogs convincing yourself they could be ‘the one’ when really they’re just another emotionally disabled warty toad with more game than sense. Some days all I want to do is pop on a pinny, morph into a Stepford Wife who wears Air Force 1′s, spend hours pottering in the kitchen like a kid in a sandpit, listen to music and pretend that cruel and competitive world of ‘trying to have it all’ isn’t clawing at my front door vying for more blood.
Until I figure out the perfect recipe for conventional notions of ‘success’ or denounce it all to go and live a monk-like existence in Tibet, when times get tough and nothing makes sense to me, I will simply seek solace in my kitchen and get very good at baking and, more than likely, get a little chubby as I console myself with cake.
My weekly cooking feature, ‘Milly Cooks Up‘ continues over at TheWhorington.com. If you’ve not checked it in a while, above are some of the treats you’ve missed. Fear not, you can still find all my recipes over there so what you waiting for? Today I’ll be posting my latest recipe: Pan Fried Scallops with lemon and Olive Oil! Feedback (good or bad), opinions and suggestions always welcome!
Like the look of the above? Well just so happens my weekly feature ‘Milly Cooks Up’ continues over at thewhorington.com….So come have a butchers!
As I mentioned, I’m doing a weekly food feature on the Whorington.com which you must all read and, of course, try out the recipes you like the look of. This week’s recipe is my Toblerone pots (as pictured above). Now gents, take note as these are a great way to impress a lady, even those of you who aren’t confident in the kitchen can throw these together!
So, wanna know how to make these? Of course you do so CLICK.
Remember, if you have any questions or anything you want to suggest please get in touch.
I like food. In fact I would go as far as to say I love it. By this I mean all respects of food and all its possibilities, from the act of eating it to dreaming up new ways to experiment with flavors. It wouldn’t be a lie to say, I’m most happy when I’m in the kitchen cooking up something for my nearest and dearest. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no Stepford wife, I have 2 jobs and the rest but I find cooking incredibly cathartic and, in my own little way, I show love through food. The old cliché: food’s the way to a man’s heart, is true! I’ve wooed with heart shape lasagnes, showed love in the shape cookies iced with rap lyrics and created profiterole towers with spun sugar as means of an apology I was unable to vocalise. You name it, I’ve expressed it through food.
I grew up in a large family on my mother’s side who all expressed emotion though beautifully simple yet delicious meals laced with love, hate, anger and whole lot of dairy! This is where, for my formative years, I learnt my skills and my kitchen manner. You see, ‘too many chefs spoil the broth’ as my mother used to say and with 6 aunts in the mix there were always arguments over who’s technique was the best for gravy/roast potatoes/roast chicken. When backs were turned, seasonings were thrown into mixtures with knowing winks and snide remarks. As a result I am a complete control freak in the kitchen. I get near hysterical if someone tries to offer advice or question my culinary technique. I have spent a long time honing my skills and my kitchen is my kingdom. The reality is I’m a perfectionist and I always want to go beyond people’s expectations, especially if I’ve cooked for them before. I am that ‘feeder’. I can’t help it, you cannot come to my house without being fed, often whether you even knew you were hungry or not.
We all live ridiculously busy lives but I truly feel we need to spend more time cooking and eating together. The stuff I cook on a week night has to be simple or I’m just too tired to bother. So, I decided to channel my feeding tendencies into a regular cooking feature over at TheWhorington.com which starts this week with my Mac cheese and fried chicken recipe CLICK. Feel free to hit me up with questions, comments and suggestions!
