Let’s Cook: Just like Gran used to make…

Growing up with griddle scones were one of the finest things I had in life. Coming into the house and being encapsulated by the fresh, off the griddle scent and eaten still warm with real salted butter and golden syrup where you couldn't venture to far away from the plate as the melting butter would… Continue reading Let’s Cook: Just like Gran used to make…

There is a fly in my soup…

Being a chef or cook is a job of choice like any other trade. The only down side is how unsociable it is and how it was for me, especially in the early days. There are some that have come in as kitchen porters to earn either a few extra quid while studying for there… Continue reading There is a fly in my soup…