I've been in the cookery writing business for nine years now. At the age of 13 I was busy formulating a first book proposal that was designed to inspire kids and young people to get into the kitchen to cook for themselves. I loved doing it myself and I saw there was a huge gap in the market.
Now this is a proper indulgence- beautiful crumbling shortbread, a rich fudgy filling with a mouth watering salted caramel chocolate topping. Let me first make a disclaimer- do not make a tray of these and eat them all yourself, dreadful things would happen.
People often comment that I smell like a bakery - not because I'm always stuffing my face with cakes (I'm a savoury kinda girl), but because I tend to favour sugary, homely scents for my everyday beauty products. So, with the return of The Great British Bake Off, I figured this was as good a time as any to look at bakery-inspired beauty.
Ibiza is made up of extremes. Extreme hotels. Extreme DJ's. And extreme parties. But what the average Ibiza holidaymaker occasionally overlooks, is the extreme dining. Bambuddha offers just that: an extreme eating experience that needs a moment to consider.
'Posh' Chicken restaurants are one of the new 'food trends' at the moment. Both Wishbone and Chicken Shop have been on the scene for a while but a new chicken restaurant has joined the club - Clockjack Oven.
I am a big fan of Chinese food, although my flatmates are not, complaining that our sofas are becoming slowly re-decorated in a series of sweet and sour smears and dropped noodle stains. I have therefore been forced to leave the pleasant and comforting confines of Chinese take-aways, and venture into the much more intimidating world of actual Chinese restaurants.
Jamie Patrick Porter is a chef to watch and now has the space and location in which to expand and show off his creativity, hard work and talent. Once the staff match his knowledge and expertise with both the food and wine, he is set to put the St Moritz back where it belongs.
I'm at a party and have ended up talking to gastro-bores. Foodies. I can be a bit foody when the mood takes me, but this conversation, lubricated by alcohol and MasterChef, is getting out of control. Predictably, the group are trying to impress each other with wildly implausible meals - stuff they just "whip up" at home. Yeah right.
The media, be it periodicals or the internet, are notorious for feeding us latest diets, allegedly responsible for the fortunate looks of this or that celebrity. Television is flooded with sometimes baffling adverts of over-processed yet supposedly healthy products such as cereals or sugary yogurts.
I have always been a fan of Japanese cooking and it seems I am not alone. Over the last few years Japanese-style restaurants and recipes are popping up everywhere as more people are looking for healthier alternatives without compromising on taste.
For a country that pickles virtually anything, including lemons and walnuts (and a portion of the population pickles itself with that daily after-work stop at the pub!), it astonishes me that most people here seem to detest pickles.
I couldn't have fist-pumped the air any harder when Packham's pecker was unveiled (without assistance) and he presented us with charcoals and pencils for life drawing. He clearly thought I'd never seen a pencil before.
A few years ago, I went out with a very skinny, Mr Muscle lookalike dude, who ended up dumping me. I found myself with no confidence and due to his dinners of fried food and cheese, FAT. Not 'Channel 5 doc' fat, but a big, chubby size 16.
We're on a road trip. In my book; the 'ultimate road trip'. We're travelling Route 66 - also known as the 'Main Street of America' and the 'Mother Road'. We're very excited.
Healthy, satisfying and affordable options are simply less available to many families for geographical as well as economic reasons and certainly don't have the power of the food and advertising industry behind them
My Mum is a pretty good cook. So is my friend Lottie. Last time I went round to her house for dinner, she had spent 24 hours tending to some pork. It was spectacular. That said, neither my mother or Lottie can claim to be the World's Greatest Female Chef. Elena Arzak can - she was crowned as such in 2012.