Being French: A gastronomical guide


January is the month that everyone is waiting for the end of and yet, it passes by so slowly. Paris has been particularly dull these past few weeks due to the seemingly relentless rain and the question on everybody’s lips is “Is it Spring yet?!” Within the last month, we had one glorious day on sunshine, which my boyfriend and I spent strolling next to the flooded banks of the Seine. However, for the rest of the month, we’ve had to occupy ourselves with other pastimes.

Apéro is, in my mind at least, a form of art for the French. When I first arrived in France, I delighted in the way that people gathered together for a few glasses of wine with small plates of charcuterie and cheese – it was something I’d never experienced in the UK and it’s still one of the small things that I love about living here.

Whether it’s at home or in a bar, everyone has their ideal ingredients for their perfect apéro composition. This month, I went to Chez Nous, a cute wine bar in Saint-Germain, to celebrate a colleague’s birthday. While we all swiftly agreed on our choice of wine (red), opinions often differ when ordering small plates of food – should we go for 2 meat and 2 cheese plates, 3 cheese and 1 meat, or something different altogether? And once you’ve chosen your combo, which type of meat or cheese to select? One thing is for certain, I have never had the same apéro combination more than once and at the same time, I have never had a bad apéro.

Continuing in the theme of food, one rainy Sunday my boyfriend and I took ourselves to the Musée du Chocolat which, as you might have guessed, is a museum on the theme of Chocolate. The first part of the exhibition tells the history of chocolate, from the Aztecs to its introduction in Europe in the form of a liquid drink. Next, the story continues with the commercialisation of chocolate, moving into solid form before heading downstairs to a demonstration from one of their chocolatiers and finally gazing at structures such as the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe made entirely from chocolate.

Throughout the visit, we were able to taste chocolate – from tasting a recipe as close to that used by the Aztecs, to modern-day chocolate with different tastes depending on its country of origin. We finished our tour with a real-chocolate hot-chocolate, where a cube of your chocolate of choice is dunked into a cup of frothy milk. I am a self-confessed chocolate addict, forever trying to satisfy my sweet tooth, but even I was all chocolated out by the end of this museum.

The New Year is usually the time of calorie-counting following the indulgent festive season, but this month is anything but in France (and that’s before we even mention the galettes de roi for Epiphany!) Whilst everything must of course be taken in moderation, the French appreciation of good food and drink is something that never fails, even in the dull, dark months of January.


Searching for Santa Claus in Strasbourg


In mid-December, my boyfriend and I headed to Strasbourg, the Capital of Christmas. It may seem strange that I am writing about Christmas now, given that the festivities are over for another year; I was so busy in the Christmas break and the following post-Christmas return to work that I haven’t had a chance, yet I couldn’t not write about this latest trip.

We started the day ever-so slightly hungover; my boyfriend’s work Christmas do the previous evening followed by an 8am train ride was never going to be a good combination. We took a little cat-nap once arrived at the hotel and made for the Christmas markets as the sun was beginning to set.

Now, if there is one thing you should know if you’re travelling to Alsace, it should be that you should prepare yourself mentally to eat. I thought that after visiting Budapest, we would be all sorted in that respect, but the portion sizes are truly huge here! On the advice of a colleague from the region, we’d reserved restaurants in advance and on her recommendation we booked a table at Gurtlerhoft for our first evening. After sharing a slice of foie gras to start, we were presented with an enormous flammekueche and a rösti.

The following day we visited Colmar and stopped at a cute spot next to the river called Les Bateliers, where we ate choucroute and tourte de la vallée Munster, before heading back to Strasbourg for the evening where we’d booked a table a Le Tire-Bouchon. Still feeling full from lunch, we’d tried to spot some lighter dishes on the menu; baeckeoffe for me and a jambonneau for my boyfriend. We had no such luck – the dishes were the biggest I had ever seen and only managed to finish about half of the food, so whilst absolutely delicious and great value for money, I really recommend having a snack during the day to make way for the evening meal whilst in Strasbourg!

Besides the food, walking around the streets of Strasbourg to gaze at the Christmas markets was a great way to kill time. The buildings are so beautifully rustic and give you a glimpse back in time. The markets are spread across the city, unlike in Colmar where they are very concentrated and so full of bustling crowds and queues. We stumbled across an a capella concert in a church on the Sunday afternoon and the city is buzzing with events such as these to compliment the Christmas spirit, making Strasbourg a magical place to visit in the run-up to Christmas.

The Parisian Weekend of Culture


The past couple of weekends have been so moche in Paris… I’m sure I say this on an annual basis, but this year is the coldest I’ve experienced in a long, long time. Because of this, I’ve been spending most of my weekends boycotting restaurants and bars in favour of staying-in with my boyfriend, experimenting with home-cooked meals followed by Netflix binges. However, after a few weekends of this magic formula, cabin fever had begun to set in, and so it was great to get out of the house for a weekend of culture.

My boyfriend had received some vouchers for the Philharmonie de Paris for his birthday back in September and decided to reserve spots for Les Planètes. This was my first visit to the Philharmonie (yes, shame on me) and so I was probably more excited than him, if I’m being honest.

As we’d booked so far in advance, we’d managed to nab spots a few rows from the front and so were treated to a spectacular, up-close view of the musicians at work. This was something I was beginning to regret during the warm-up act; a rendition of an organ-led set that was at times painful to the ears. Thankfully, the main act of Les Planètes more than made up for this. We were treated to seven pieces of beautifully composed music inspired by the characteristics of the planets in our solar system, backdropped against images taken from NASA. Although the first set was somewhat overpowering, the second half of our evening was perfectly complimented by the amplifying acoustics of the place, making you feel like you were transported into outer space.

On Saturday, I braved the cold along with my colleague to visit the Exposition Dior at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs. We’d been talking about going forever and when we couldn’t find any pre-booked tickets until January, we decided to brave the queues. Upon arrival, we were informed that the queue without tickets stood to be 4 hours long, which we put down to a massive overestimation (you can never take the French seriously in matters of time). However, they weren’t far off – we waited 3 hours in freezing temperatures to finally make it inside.

This is one of those expositions that has all Parisians going crazy throughout its runtime… and I can see why. It was honestly one of the most beautiful expositions that I have ever seen. Even if you’re not that into fashion, you will be taken aback by the vast collection of original sketches, vintage dresses and one-of-a-kind couture pieces worn by celebrities of past and present. Every other group you’ll overhear will suddenly transform into globe-trotting fashion critics and while it’s slightly amusing to overhear middle-aged men exclaim that Galliano “lost his mind” when designing such pieces, such experiences speak volumes about the wide-audience appeal of this exposition.

Fireworks, Festivities & London Fun


For the past couple of years, I’ve found myself in London for the first week of November. Usually it coincides with some work event, before taking a couple of days to catch up with the uni gang and enjoy my favourite British festivity; Bonfire Night.

The annual celebration commemorates the anniversary of a foiled plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament in the early 15th century. Across the country on the weekend of the 5th November you’ll be treated to displays of fireworks whilst gathering around bonfires with sparklers and toffee apples.

This year, thanks to a friend of a friend, we had a brilliant 360° view of firework displays from their rooftop, just south of Brixton. This weekend symbolises the turn of the season from autumn to winter and while this may usually be a depressing thought, as I wrapped up in a thick coat and wooly scarf to stare at the fireworks, it’s anything but.

Perhaps it was the glass of mulled wine I was clutching or the million layers I’d donned, but this special night, when the streets are filled with life, makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. And although I returned to Paris full of cold and knackered from a weekend of one too many drinks with uni friends, I know that come next year, I’ll be back for more of my favourite festivity.

Autumn: The season of Magic in Paris


Autumn is by far my favourite season in Paris. As everyone returns from their summer holidays, the streets get busier again, new restaurants and bars open on every street and I get to dig out my heeled boots from their summer hibernation. However, for me Autumn is not just about rekindling my love with my classic black boots. This is the season that takes me back to my arrival in Paris four years ago.

In September 2013, I stepped off the Eurostar with one very large suitcase and a backpack to begin an internship within a marketing agency. Paris was a mystery to me at this point; although having visited several times to see the main tourist attractions, I didn’t imagine I would settle in this city.

Working in the 2nd arrondissement at this time meant that on a sunny lunch break, I’d often grab a sandwich with colleagues and head to Jardin des Tuileries. I remember arriving one day to find marquees had been pitched up in our usual spot and my colleague explained this is where some of the shows for fashion week took place. It felt so magical to me to be so close to the action, to just be a few feet away from the runways of some of the biggest names in the fashion business, having daydreamed about working in this industry since being a teenager.

For the past three and a half years, I have been doing just that, starting at a sustainable fashion platform, before this year joining the digital marketing team of a customisable jewellery house. Four years on from my arrival in Paris, I was tasked with organising an event during fashion week to host bloggers, press and stylists. Whilst returning home one night after dining at the former Jean-Paul Gaultier’s flagship, I spotted 90s supermodel Claudia Schiffer leaving an event; no matter how many years I spend here, Paris Fashion Week has a magic feeling to it, that takes me back to my 22 year-old self staring in awe at the marquees in Jardin des Tuileries.

Autumn also marks the arrival of Nuit Blanche; an annual, city-wide, all-night cultural festival. It’s events such as Nuit Blanche or (another favourite) La Fête de la Musique that you don’t really see in the UK and that, for me at least, make France a special place to live. My first Parisian Nuit Blanche was spent sitting on the banks on the Seine, witnessing an amazing fireworks display performed by a famed Chinese firework artist.

This year I revisited my old neighbourhood, as some would say the “bad side” of the 18th arrondissement. We walked around places that are usually closed to the public, this year visiting the train tracks and warehouses of the SNCF where artists were performing. Our evening finished at Le 104, a cultural space transformed for the evening into an open dancehall. While Nuit Blanche events can be hit and miss, I just love seeing the streets transformed and filled with people of all ages, experiencing events that they might have otherwise not have done.

When people back home ask me what I like about living in Paris, it’s actually difficult to put into words. The best way for me to describe it is a really personal feeling; it’s the small things that are almost intangible to the outside world. Personally, it’s the feeling I get every Autumn, swept up in the magic of fashion week or the atmosphere of filled streets for Nuit Blanche… every year it makes me fall in love with the city all over again.

Reunited in the City that Never Sleeps

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Almost a decade on from my first trip to New York at the tender age of 17 (yes, that makes me feel old) I returned to the city that never sleeps. I’d done all of the touristy things on my first trip, so this time around, I got to explore the many hot-spots of Manhattan and Brooklyn with my friends.

Since two of my ex-colleagues moved across the atlantic to North America a little under a year ago, me and another of my Parisian-Brit friends had been planning to visit. So when I found out that my company would be closed for a week in mid-August, we booked the cheapest last-minute tickets we could find to join them.

Being based in Brooklyn was a totally different experience than my previous trip when we’d stayed in a hotel near Madison Square Garden; instead of a tourist, I began to feel like a local. We spent a lot of time in Williamsburg and Bushwick, a fairly hipster district with many cool places to eat (Roberta’s for the most-amazing pizza) and vintage clothes shopping (I snagged a leather Saks of Fifth Avenue handbag for $18!). My favourite spot had to be the Wythe Hotel on the Williamsburg waterfront, where you can enjoy cocktails on the rooftop terrace while looking across the Manhattan Skyline – an absolutely incredible view, especially with the backdrop of a summer sunset.

It goes without saying that our days in Manhattan were filled with shopping – from visiting the largest Sephora I have ever seen to the cult showroom of Glossier, I was truly spoilt for choice. Aside from shopping, a few other highlights included visiting Chelsea Market and strolling down the High Line. While in Greenwich Village, we also stumbled across Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment by chance on our way to glance at the Friends building. However, my favourite spot in New York is (and remains so since my first visit nearly 10 years ago) Central Park. It’s such a surreal spot, with all its greenery contrasting against the surrounding skyscrapers – no matter if this is your first, third or fiftieth visit to New York, it will never get old.

As I was flying solo on my final day, after dining at the Italian Market Eataly, I took a trip down memory lane with a circuit of some of the spots I had visited nearly 10 years before. My afternoon stroll led me to the public library, Bryant Park and Times Square where I was hit by nostalgia. When I had first visited this city, being a naive 17 year-old, I was convinced that this was the place I would one day live. This time around, I loved getting to really know the city and being reunited with the dream team. However, I know that while I will always love the Big Apple, I couldn’t imagine living away from Paris and that for me it will always be my true home.

Getting to know the Algarvian coastline


After spending several days exploring the hilly streets of Lisbon, my boyfriend and I headed south looking for sandy beaches and a few days of relaxation. We chose to be based in Lagos , famous for its picturesque beaches and pretty grottos, where we could easily access other Algarve hotspots by car.

Although you may not guess it from the milky-white glow of my paler-than-pale skin, I love nothing more than lying on a beach, book-in-hand and catching a few rays. If this is your idea of perfection too, you will not be disappointed by the selection of clean, quaint beaches in Lagos. The Praia da Batata beach soon became our favourite due to its comfy sun beds, close proximity to a bar which sold large (and inexpensive!) bottles of chilled water and a welcome windy breeze – other beaches we tried in the area just didn’t have this magic formula. On our final day, we took a boat trip nearby to discover the grottos. While some boat tours from the Marina are done in large groups piled into a boat, from next to our favourite beach, we managed to get a small, private boat for just us two (and the tour guide) which made the trip even more special and fun.

Besides lounging on the beach, we managed to find a couple of gems when dining out in the evening. Mar d’Estorias is a marketplace, restaurant and rooftop bar all rolled into one. After starting with a couple of artisanal beers on the rooftop terrace we made our way down to the restaurant and munched our way through our poached eggs starter, served in a tomato and chorizo sauce. We were then treated to a delicious roasted octopus dish alongside goats cheese covered chicken; this was my favourite spot by far and I’d highly recommend it to anyone visiting Lagos.

My boyfriend’s favourite was Restaurante Dom Henrique. He enjoyed it so much that he suggested we return here on our final night where we managed to be seated in their rooftop dining area. I started with the most gorgeous scallops, served in a cheese and ham sauce. My boyfriend is a big seafood lover, so he was delighted to see giant king prawns, ordered by the gram, on the menu. While a little more expensive, it was worth treating ourselves to this fantastic set-up, impeccable service and amazing food for our final night.

We also managed to explore further afield; despite making the most out of my Lagos experience, I’d heard such wonderful things about surrounding Algarvian coastal towns, I just had to see more. One evening, we headed to Portimão for their famed Festival da Sardinha. Since this was my first time time trying a sardine, it seemed only fitting that I should do it right! We also drove to Faro for a day-trip – although in my opinion not as pretty as Lagos, there is still plenty to see and do. We took a stroll through the historic Old Town, before stopping off at Faz Gostos – a cute terraced restaurant serving an amazing scallop carpaccio. After meandering down to the marina and visiting the cathedral, we headed back to Lagos, taking a slight detour via the Milreu Roman Ruins, just outside of Faro.

As a child, I’d always hear about friends going to the Algarve for their summer holidays and after experiencing it (finally!) for myself, it’s easy to see why many fall in love. Although I see myself as very much a city girl these days, the summer is the perfect chance to escape the unbearable Paris humidity, relax on the beach and recharge the batteries; Lagos provided the perfect recipe for me to do just that.


Pretty tiles and Pastéis de Nata in Lisbon


Each summer, there seems to be a new “it” place to visit, when everyone you follow on social media seems to be heading to the same destination. This year, Lisbon is apparently the place to be and since my boyfriend is Portuguese, I suggested a road trip to Portugal, starting in the capital city that I’d heard so many things about.

I always say that the best way to explore any city is through walking. Instead of taking the metro or bus from one tourist spot to another, the best experiences I have is what I stumble across in between. Lisbon is known for its pretty tiled and colourful houses, alongside its rustic tramway system and so strolling through Bairro Alto is sure to have you snapping every five minutes. A word of warning though, the hilly streets of Lisbon are not for the faint hearted; be sure to wear a good pair of trainers to get you through the day without painful blisters!

If you’re looking for beautiful viewpoints, you’ll be really spoilt for choice; from visiting the Miradouro de Santa Catarina to hiking up to the Castelo de Sao Jorge, you’ll be treated to panoramic views of the Tage river, the Ponte 25 de Abril and in the distance, the Cristo Rei statue on the opposite side of the river bank, which was inspired by the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro. Even strolling along the river bank towards Comércio Square you’ll be treated to gorgeous views, a handful of trendy apéro spots and cute market stalls.

If you prefer to admire the skyline with a sunset backdrop, head to Park bar. This stylish bar is a car park rooftop, so getting there may be confusing to those not in-the-know. Take the lift up to the last level of the car park and go to the next level on foot; follow the music and you’ll be in the right place. Be sure to arrive early to secure a spot as particularly on weekends, this place is extremely popular.

Speaking of nightlife, we tried so many delicious meals at restaurants in Lisbon. It is a very cosmopolitan city, so there is so much on offer. However, I managed to narrow it down and pinpoint my favourite spots in the capital, that I’d recommend to try.

Top 5 restaurants in Lisbon

  • Time Out Market: A selection of delicious food is available in this classy food court – there’s something for anyone and everyone!
  • Palácio Chiado: Previously a palace, this spot presents some gorgeous architecture as well as absolutely delicious food, particularly their Bacalhau à Bras.
  • Oficina do Duque: A cute place hidden amongst Lisbon’s back streets, with a mix of amazing dishes – I loved their recommended lamb, couscous and mint sorbet main.
  • O Chiado: A typical Portuguese restaurant with grilled meat and fish for a very inexpensive price!
  • Bairro do Avillez: Several different-themed menus await you in this space run by José Avillez, a well-known Portuguese chef, who we even spotted inside.

Besides exploring the streets and culinary delights of Lisbon, there are some fantastic day trips on offer, just a short train ride away. You absolutely must visit Belém; a mere 10 minute train ride from the Cais do Sodré train station, if only to taste their world famous custard-filled tarts in Pastéis de Belém. If you fancy heading further afield, Sintra is absolutely gorgeous. We decided to take a car up the hill to the Palace of Sintra, and hike back down which turned out to be a very smart choice, as even when you arrive into the park, you still have to hike up to the palace itself. The colourful walls and preserved interior decoration is incredible; you’ll feel like you’re visiting a fairytale castle.

With so much to see, do (and eat!) it’s easy to see why Lisbon has quickly becoming the “it” spot amongst the social media crowd. It feels different from other bustling, capital cities; perhaps its the sunshine, the quaint, pretty buildings or the friendliness of the locals. Whatever the magic formula, my first venture to Portugal (and into my amateur attempts to say obrigado with a half-decent accent) was an unforgettable trip, that will surely have me returning here soon.

Another year older, another year wiser


What a wonderful weekend of surprises! I was well and truly spoilt rotten by my friends, family and boyfriend this weekend as I officially entered my “late” twenties, with my 26th birthday.

As I’ve grown older, expectations for my birthday celebrations are not as high as they once were. This year marked 10 years since my high school prom, so, beginning to feel old, my expectations for birthday celebrations have dropped to a well-written birthday card message and some flowers from my closest friends and family. This year, not only did I get this treatment, but so much more as well.

Being at work on the Friday, the day was no different from any other, except the fact that I’d brought a batch of cookies for my colleagues to celebrate. Of course, everyone wished me a happy birthday throughout the day, and I was very content with this. However, just before I was due to leave, my colleagues surprised me with flowers, some macarons and a gel-manicure set (they know me so well!) and a card signed by everybody. This took me completely off guard; having only worked here for just over 2 months I was not expecting this at all, so it was lovely to receive these gifts and such kind words.

The surprises were due to continue, as my boyfriend had planned to take me out to Guilo Guilo, a fantastic Japanese-French fusion restaurant in the 18th arrondissement. Seated around the kitchen, we had front-row seats to see the renowned chef prepare the set-menu dishes. We were treated to a gorgeous 8 course menu, with well-composed, tasty and sometimes unheard of, exotic ingredients.

After such a delicious treat, I was not expecting the scene when I walked through our apartment door. I was greeted with the surprise of our dining room table topped with flowers, champagne, chocolate cake, a jewellery box containing white gold and topaz earrings as well as a beautiful card and book about hidden Paris spots. My boyfriend had already bought me a handbag for my birthday that I’d helped pick out, so he had really spoilt me (too much in fact!) but it was so lovely seeing the time and effort he’d taken to plan out each part of this evening, truly making me feel like a princess.

On Saturday night, as is my birthday tradition in Paris, my girlfriends and I took a trip to Pasdeloup in the 11th arrondissement, seated as always at the table by the window. The chef has recently changed, so we were sceptical if it would still be up to the same standards, but each plate we tried was equally as delicious as before – in particular their octopus dish served with fettuccini and courgettes was amazing. After another round of being spoilt with gifts from the girls, we finished the evening by meeting the boyfriends at a new cocktail place nearby – Bar Bisou. The concept is something I hadn’t seen before. There are no menus to choose your poison of choice; instead you tell the barmaid how you like your cocktails – for me something rum-based, fresh and fruity – and they will whip up a drink to suit your tastes.

However delightful this weekend was, being truly treated like a princess, it is strange to think back, as I do with each passing birthday, to this time last year. I had been through, and was still going through, a particularly rough year back then – after a year of digestive health issues, losing 10kg in a couple of months and numerous hospital exams and tests, the doctors were still perplexed, and I was feeling pretty down at the prospect of turning 25.

A mere few months later, I started a treatment and my life literally turned around – I felt confident and happy again, taking pleasure in small tasks and enjoying feeling easy enough to go out and see my friends. I met my boyfriend soon after, we moved in together and earlier this year, I found a new job after having been made redundant; my life today could not be more different than a year ago.

So now, when people ask me, as they have done in previous weeks “How do you feel about turning 26? Are you dreading it?” I’ve quite honestly answered that it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I am so much happier and grateful for even the smallest things in life, that I used to take for granted. Although it was lovely to have all of these surprises from my family, friends and boyfriend, it is an even better feeling to be surrounded by the people who got me through these tough times and who I know will continue to be there for me, whatever the future may hold.

Perfecting my inner domestic goddess

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After having my wisdom teeth taken out a couple of weeks ago, and thus being subjected to a diet or nothing but smoothies and cold mashed potatoes, it is only apt that my next Instagram posts were centred around home cooking. Following a week of pain and feeling physically weak, I decided to whip up my (now famous) brunch spread and a couple of batches of cookies, to satisfy my cravings.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love nothing more than going out for brunch in Paris, sitting on a terrace with my friends – the choice is so vast and no two brunch spots have the same offering. However, here lies in the issue. Having experienced so many delicious brunch offerings, I have concocted in my head the “ideal” brunch, borrowing brunch parts from the various places I have visited over the years. Yet, it doesn’t seem to exist in reality! I’ve been very close to finding this ideal, but then one ingredient or one detail doesn’t match up, such as fried eggs instead of my preferred poached eggs, and my ideal brunch again seems like a lost cause.

For this reason, I decided to cook up my very first homemade brunch spread a couple of weeks ago, pre-wisdom tooth surgery. After a few tweaks I seem to have achieved almost perfection (at least in my better half’s eyes).

I bought a couple of silicone egg poachers on Amazon and I strongly recommend this for anyone (like myself) who dreams of poached eggs, without the struggle of the traditional method. I cook for between 3 and a half to 4 minutes for the perfect runny yolk. I buy my bacon and baked beans from Marks & Spencers, as the versions sold in your everyday supermarket is probably the one thing the French can’t get right; seriously, try them at your own peril. I finish off my brunch with some oven chips and a ripe avocado spread over a toasted baguette slice. While my brunch selection may seem a bizarre combination to the naked eye, it is delicious! My homemade brunch brings together the best ingredients from a variety of breakfasts – the traditional English, continental French and a touch of the Instagram staple breakfasts.

Although I much prefer savoury food, I also have a sweet tooth, especially for cookies, as my boyfriend knows all too well. So, this Sunday we decided to have a go at our own, inventing our own recipe, taking inspiration from various other cookie recipes we’d found online. We didn’t have a pair of scales so went on sight and estimating alone, but despite this it was a pretty solid attempt! Here is what we did:

  • Begin by mixing together 100g of golden castor sugar with 100g of brown sugar and 100g of salted butter
  • Melt 100g of milk chocolate, pouring half of this into the mix, along with 1 egg, 200g plain flour and a tablespoon of vanilla extract. If the mix looks a bit dry, add a bit of water into the mix to have a gooey consistency
  • Break up a mix of dark chocolate and milk chocolate (150g total) into small chunks and add to the mix, along with a pinch of salt
  • Scoop balls of the cookie dough onto a baking tray and cook at 200C in a fan oven for between 8 minutes for a soft batch, or 12 minutes for a crunchy finish
  • Once the cookies are cool enough to lift, drizzle the remainder of the melted chocolate on top – my chocolate had hardened up a bit at this point, so it wasn’t exactly perfect but I’ll know for the next time

And finally, enjoy! I accidentally made one soft and one crunchy batch, but it was actually a good thing. My boyfriend preferred the harder cookies (he ate 3 on the trot) while I love a soft-centred cookie. So it was win, win!

What are your homemade cooking or baking comforts? I’m always looking for new recipes to try out!