link.Beyond that, my baking repertoire is limited and, when it comes to desserts, I’m the composer of only one nut cracker: the humble pavlova.
Back when it was permissible to have eight people round the dining table, the old faithful 80s classic could languish in a switched off oven overnight, while I concentrated on the main event.So, when I joined the millions who settled down in front of the box last Tuesday, I gave Paul Hollywood’s oceanic eyes a steely stare and willed him from my sofa to instruct the mustering up of a meringue.He let me down.
The first gauntlet he and Prue threw to the dough-eyed bakers was Battenberg cake.Then, it was individual pineapple upside-down cakes I’d be surely destined to burn.
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