This week we had comedian David Mitchell, actor Michael "I am the most competitive person IN. THE. WORLD." Sheen, Radio 1 DJ Jameela Jamil (I had to google her. Yes, I know. Shut up), and education campaigner but let's face it, better known as the wife-of-Gordon, Sarah Brown.
I've not been well. Nothing quantifiable, just feeling tired all the time, run down; spent. So I made bread rolls. That's what works for me. Regular over the counter remedies never quite hit the spot. There's something therapeutic about all the kneading and cutting and forming of rolls.
There's nothing I hate more than a January diet. Apart from dry January bores. For I am a January baby, forever condemned to live out my days attending birthday celebrations where friends toast me with an orange juice. So, in the spirit of ignoring any abstinence I offer you these sunshine granola breakfast muffins.
These mini mince pies have a double dose of flaked almonds and Amaretto in the mincemeat and a marzipan star on the top. They're an almond lovers dream. Teeny triple almond injections. I adore them. I hope you do too. Of course you can make them in a larger holed tin if you like.
This is almost too quick to knock up. Like one of those cake in a cup jobs that leads to 10pm cravings and tighter jeans. This freezes well and is delicious toasted for breakfast with a little butter spread on it.
I've been to LA. I've been to New York. I've been to Miami, albeit briefly. I have been to San Francisco many, many times. If I were to visit an American pal for Thanksgiving this is what I would take. Though I doubt it'd stay frozen what with the long transatlantic flight.
Look, I know Christmas is coming and all that, but just for a day, maybe even a few days (depends how long these last) I think we should stop and appreciate something that isn't overly spiked with cinnamon, ginger, cloves or nutmeg. I know that might seem controversial what with stir up Sunday just having passed, but hey, let's try and eat something that tastes of sunshine and summer.
My Mum has a theory that she's not a great cake baker. I beg to differ as her coffee and walnut is the stuff of dreams; pillowy soft sponge with just the right amount of bitter coffee and almost buttery walnuts. A huge slice and a cup of strong black coffee is my pick me up heaven.
How ready for Christmas are you? I am feeling pretty smug to be honest. I don't want to rub your faces in it, but really I'm almost done. I've ordered everything I need to online. I haven't written the cards yet, but that's not allowed until I crack open the mulled wine, which is only acceptable in the month of December.
I am never happy. No, I don't mean I'm a depressive. I think I was depressed for about 2 months back in 1999, but other than that have been lucky on that front. I'm just never happy with my lot. I have this constant suspicion I am missing out on things. I have to try everything once. It's a recipe for disaster. Like poor impulse control in infants.
I do love Halloween though I have never been trick or treating. It's just not in my British nature to knock on someone's door and give out ultimatums. I'd likely apologise or stutter. But any celebration where there's even a sniff of novelty food up for grabs and I'm there. All over it. Here's an idea if you fancied hosting a Halloween party of your own.
Now in cake shows past I haven't bothered going into this room. I've always felt like a pretender; a bit of a fool. I had this suspicion the security guards might sling me out by my ear or laugh when I produced my VIP pass.
It came as a bit of a surprise to read that Mary Berry would be cooking on stage for the very first time with her daughter Annabel Hunnings at the BBC Good Food Bakes and Cakes Show, leading to quite a bit of speculation about Mary's time in the tent and whether she might be considering retirement
I have never ever hankered after a daughter. Obviously if one had appeared then I'd have loved her and been very happy indeed. But one never did. And I now find myself in the curious position of being a mother of three sons, still under 35 and yet about to sell all the unisex baby bits on eBay. I'm getting rid of everything.
It's been a vintage year for The Great British Bake Off, and as an avid cake-maker myself, I've watched the contestants produce outstanding show stoppers, inventive signature bakes and mind-boggling technical challenges in awe every week. The programme never fails to help me improve my baking skills, but this year, it's also taught me 10 valuable life lessons...
This year when given a cider-y amount of apples I found myself hankering after baked goods to squirrel away rather than chutney. I don't know why. I think I might be spoiling for something. My freezer is my preserving jar this Autumn. Full to the brim with these cupcakes.