Pumpkin Pancakes with Rosemary Maple Syrup
I have been sitting here with my hands poised in a weird action-pose over the keyboard for about 5 minutes now, trying to think of how I can convey to you the fabulousness of these pancakes. I am in…
I have been sitting here with my hands poised in a weird action-pose over the keyboard for about 5 minutes now, trying to think of how I can convey to you the fabulousness of these pancakes. I am in…
Let’s talk about the alternative names I considered giving these scones: 1) Gangsta Scones 2) Oh no you di’nt Biscuits 3) The scones you would serve if Alice Cooper was coming to your tea party 4) Hard Rock Cakes…
HAVE YOU HEARD? It’s Popsicle Week ya’ll! No, you’re not dreaming. This is really real! Because that charming, achingly hilarious champion of food bloggers Billy over on Wit and Vinegar obviously realised the greatness of popsicles, and decided it…
Hello again, you. If you’ve been reading The Sugar Hit for any period of time, you might have noticed that I don’t exactly go heavy on the diet foods. (You may also have noticed my extremely weak styling and…
I really wasn’t aiming for elegant with these little jellies. I mean, Maple and Blueberry isn’t exactly what you’d call an ‘elegant’ combination is it? In actual fact, I was making these because I was totally inspired by these…
Firstly, you should know that the majority of this post will be a garbled, semi-literate attempt at a love letter to New York. Because of reasons, including bagels. Secondly, you should know that this post contains BAGELS. And not just…
SHOW STOPPER. That is the only way I can think to describe this epic, humongous, star spangled pie. You see, down here in Australia, when you say pie, people think you mean a meat pie. Beef of indiscriminate origin swimming…
WELL HELLO! Sorry about my short leave of absence, but you see I was getting a brand new kitchen! It was not awesome while it was happening, but now that it’s in, it is UH-MAZING. It’s not a fancy one…
OK, so it’s not perfect. This little baby, made with a sweet, crispy, yeasty, buttery dough, she’s not in her prom dress today. Or maybe she is, but it’s one of those ‘uhoh, my dress got ripped, and my hair…
This is my day-glo tribute to the baking of Italy. Isn’t it funny how many of us walk around with a deep and romantic love for Italy in our hearts? Even, maybe even especially, those of us who have never…