THIS is delicious, Mum,” Demi said, taking another spoonful of apple pie. “I can never get my pastry as light as yours.” “Cold fingers!” Sheila said. “Not to mention that I’ve been making the same rec

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

ICY sleet hit the restaurant window, making me glad I was in the warmth of the restaurant, until Luca appeared from the kitchen, wearing a frown. “Sorry, bella Bella, we’ve another order for delivery,

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

Elspeth wanted to get back to her old self – but was she brave enough?

Our columnist fondly looks back on the desserts that delighted our taste buds in the Seventies…