I really REALLY wish there was somewhere near me that sold vegan cinnamon buns. Because I would be there every single frickin day. I need more baked goods in my life; its making me mentally unstable. Alas, the only place that has a baked good that’s close to a ‘normal’ pastry is Crosstown Doughnuts who have started doing Vegan Doughnuts every Fri, Sat & Sun. All other vegan places near me are very health focused and their baked goods are either in fact raw, or are made with buckwheat flour and there’s no dough in site.
I have yet to venture to Crosstown to try the Vegan doughnuts but the dough (via instagram) looks so bloody tasty, I need to get there ASAP. (You’ll be seeing an update on that very soon via my instagram.) If anyone knows of any good bakeries in central London near the Victoria/Westminster/Mayfair area, PLEASE let me in on it.
I made these cinnamon rolls with the intention to freeze them in order to sustain me during the week ahead, but they never made it even close to the freezer. I shouldnt be surprised as that’s typical me, but you can’t blame a girl for trying.
This recipe is actually really similar to your average cinnamon roll recipe, and it was really easy to create a vegan version. I gave one of my non-vegan friends one and she soon sent through a lovely text about how amazing they were and how you would have no idea they were vegan. Those kind of words make me so happy; to know that living a vegan lifestyle you don’t need to miss out.
So here you are; a cinnamon roll that both you and your non-vegan friends and family will love. Ssh don’t tell them its vegan and I 100% guarantee they wont even know.
The weather seems to have taken a turn to rain and chilling winds along with the ever increasingly dark mornings and evenings. I’m honestly getting excited for christmas time already. A bit eager, I know.
As the light continues to retreat into the night earlier everyday, I seem to retreat indoors and into my comforts with way too much compliance. I snuggle in bed like its December and I’m cradling my steaming bowl of soup like a hot water bottle. I’m unable to pull myself out of bed in the morning with any sort of vigour due to the darkness. I need to get a grip. It’s strange how the seasons change you.
Most of the time, all I want to eat is fresh bread. Keep it simple with lashings of slightly salty butter. Before this, I had only made Soda Bread in school. Once. Whenever I’ve made bread, I always immediately reach for my yeast; completely dismissing any thought to soda bread. This is probably partly to do with the fact that the soda bread at school turned out bland, dense and boring.
One of my friends, a fellow pastry chef, makes ‘cheese balls’ for the rest of the team about once a week. They’re made with tapioca flour and have this weird but irresistible stringy, elastic texture that I can only now associate with these bread balls. Theres just something about cheese and bread that is so reassuring and soothing.
This Soda Bread is comforting, quick and most of all; tasty. I absolutely love the combination of Cheese, sweet Onion and fragrant Rosemary. Accompanied by a dash of smoked paprika, you’re left with a warm, sweet but savoury loaf that’s packed with welcoming flavour that oozes temptation.
Continue reading “Cheese, Onion and Rosemary Soda Bread”
The first time I tasted French Toast was about two and half years ago. As part of my job, I was offered a free stay in the Hotel. This was a crazy treat on its own, but the food was what I was really excited about. My friend and I ate our way through what seemed like the entire menu that evening. Even when they offered us espresso martini’s, I had to genuinely consider if I could manage it.
After getting dressed up the previous night, all I wanted the following morning was a lazy, minimal effort start to the day. Something about ordering room service seems so luxurious to me. With the quick dial of a phone, you can place your order and then half an hour later your food miraculously arrives. No effort required, and more importantly, no dishes to wash. I certainly don’t shy at the opportunity of free food so I placed a huge order of coffee, fresh orange juice, full english breakfast, Danish pastries and french toast. Lets just say my eyes are always, without fail, bigger than my stomach.
I felt so absurdly posh sitting in my fluffy oversized dressing gown in my oversized room with my oversized breakfast. I went for the full english first because I needed some savoury to prepare myself for my sweets. I tucked into my french toast next without hesitation, took one bite, simply looked at my friend and muttered ‘oh my god’ through a mouthful of brioche. It was honest to god, one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. So simple but done so well. Crisp on the outside but soft and pillowy on the inside. It was paired with a generous helping of clotted cream and mixed berries… because rich buttery fried brioche isn’t enough.
From now on, whenever someone new joins our team and they book their stay. My one piece of advice is ‘just please, get the french toast.’ Continue reading “French Toast with Blueberry Compote and Whipped Ricotta”
Unbeknown to me, it was national doughnut day a few weeks ago. As soon as my WordPress, Instagram and Facebook feeds filled up with photo after photo of puffed, golden, chocolate covered doughnuts; I was mad that I had no idea this day even existed and more so that I’d missed it.
I hadn’t made doughnuts in a really long time. For me, they’re the ultimate sweet treat. So many people think of them as the ultimate guilt trigger too. The way I see it is that life’s too short not to eat delicious food. If you can’t eat it now then when are you ever going to eat it?
Lots of you have probably visited Borough Market in central London. The first time I went I was on my own; a scared London newbie with no idea where anything was. I walked around the market, strolling past the same stalls about fives times (only now do I realise I missed half the market.) It was a ridiculously busy saturday lunchtime and I was still overcoming the notion that I had to push to the front of the crowd to get served. Along with an abundance of bread, cheese, sweet treats and fresh vegetables, I came away with a morsel that would force me back to the market a whole lot more in the future. Continue reading “Salted Caramel Brioche Doughnuts”
I’m pretty sure every baker out there will know the giddy feeling you get from the smell of freshly baked bread.
A feeling of complete relaxation when that sweet warm aroma wafts around you. You let go of every worry and loose yourself in that pure fresh scent that can only come from pure fresh bread. Then comes the half hour of torment as it cools. You fight the urge to slice off a steaming piece. The bread rarely wins and I’m usually found in a huddle with my treasure, melting into the sofa, engulfed with indulgence. Continue reading “Chocolate and Hazelnut Butter Buns with Orange Glaze”
Where to begin? Firstly, I wish you came into my life earlier. So many years I’ve wasted without your Cardamom goodness.
Secondly, why aren’t you in my life right now?! Why have I eaten you all? Why isn’t there a Swedish bakery down the road from my house, wafting that delicious freshly baked warm bun smell into my house every morning? Continue reading “Semlor: Swedish Almond-Cream filled Cardamom Buns”
I’m sure all of you know my obsession with bread has been increasing recently since I started cultivating my own sourdough starter using the Tartine bread book.
Enrique is now about a month old and smelling mature. Some days he smells like vinegar and others like overripe fruit.
This loaf isn’t actually my first country bread. I tried to bake the country bread when my starter was about two weeks old. Me being impatient yet again. The bread tasted lovely but Enrique just wasn’t old enough. The loaf didn’t develop enough gluten during its rise and ended up spreading and being very flat. Continue reading “Tartine Bread: Basic Country Loaf”
Followers please meet Enrique. Enrique please meet followers.
You two are going to become very intimate over the course of the next few weeks.
Yes, Enrique is my Sourdough Starter. And yes, I talk about him like he’s my boyfriend.
‘What are you going to do tonight?’ ‘Oh, just going home and feeding Enrique.’ Continue reading “The Beginning of a Bread Obsession: Sourdough Starter”