I love baking. Heaven to me would be a well paid gig in a beautiful kitchen with a view of a lovely garden, someone to wash up after me and no time pressure (which rules out cooking in a commercial kitchen). Recently I've started baking the odd cake or biscuit on the weekend, even though I know it's not good for my waistline. But it is good for my soul. This weekends effort was yo-yos, inspired by wanting to eat these by tiny happy.
Baking yo-yos for me is always about a search for perfection. Here are some of the more perfect ones I made. There are none left. Even the less perfect (but still delicious) very, very brown ones have been eaten. I've written the recipe on my new project, the recipe blog. There's not much there yet, but hopefully it will grow and I will then have all my recipes in one place.