Caramel Apple Bundt Cake

The moment I saw this bundt tin beaming at me from the shelves of my local TK Maxx, it was love at first sight.

Ever since that fateful day, I've been looking for any excuse to whip up a bundt cake. Birthdays, Christmas, Wednesdays - you name it. In my opinion, of all the cake options out there, a bundt is one of the most fun. It's fun to say (say it out loud to yourself...*bundt*...), fun to decorate, fun to slice into, and creates an all-round "Well isn't this a bit fun?" vibe. SUCH fun.

Unfortunately, with there only being two of us in the house (not counting the animals of course), bundt opportunities don't come around too often. After all, there's nothing more tragic than a 'Serves 10-12' bundt going to waste, for as it turns out, there really is only so much bundt you can load into a child before they're practically begging for a piece of fruit.

But I'll stop saying 'bundt' now and lead you to the recipe you've come here for, presumably.

Caramel Apple Bundt Cake

With warming cinnamon, comfortingly squidgy apple, and thick, oozing caramel, this particular bundt is literally (not literally) a cakey hug. The caramel is made with honey, but if you don't like the taste of honey you can make a classic caramel sauce using butter, double cream, brown sugar and a touch of vanilla.

I entered this into our office Bake Off where it faced some pretty tough competition. But (as I believe I've stressed by the point), no-one can resist a just-here-for-a-good-time bundt, and I'm proud to say it won the main prize. For which there was no actual prize, just fame and glory. 

If you'd like to earn some serious office kudos and put a half-bundt-shaped smile on the faces of your co-workers, here's everything you need to know, courtesy of the lovely folk over at Canadian Living:

INGREDIENTS

3/4 cups light-tasting olive oil

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1/2 cup liquid honey

3 free-range eggs

1 tsp vanilla

2 cups plain flour

1 1/2 tsp cinnamon

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp salt

3 cups diced cored peeled apples

Caramel:

1/2 cup dark brown sugar

1/4 cup mild liquid honey 

3 tbsp double cream 

2 tbsp butter

In large bowl, whisk together the wet ingredients - that's the oil, sugar, honey, eggs and vanilla.

In a separate bowl, combine the flour, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda and salt. 

Stir this into the egg mixture just until combined, and fold through the apples. Scrape into greased 10-inch (3-litre) bundt pan.

Bake in a 160ºC oven for 40-50 minutes, until a cake tester inserted in the centre comes out clean. FYI your house will smell amazing in the meantime.

Leave to cool in the pan, on a rack for 10 minutes; transfer from pan to rack and let it cool completely.

To make the caramel: In a heavy saucepan, bring the sugar, honey and 2 tbsp water to the boil over a medium-high heat. Use a pastry brush dipped in cold water to brush any liquid from the sides. Cook until the mixture turns a deep amber colour, which will take about 8 minutes. Remove from heat.

Standing well back and being careful of your beautiful face, stir in the cream and butter. Cool for around 15 minutes, until the caramel has thickened enough to coat back of spoon, then drizzle the warm caramel over cake (*cue Homer Simpson drooling*), saving some for additional pouring later.

If you were looking for your next bake to fend off the impending gloom of winter,  I think you've just found it! 

DF Mexico

DF Mexico near the Old Truman Brewery on London’s Brick Lane is named after “Distrito Federal”- the name that locals use for Mexico City. 

Inspired by a recent trip across the US/Mexico borders by Thomasina Miers and Mark Selby - founders of the popular Wahaca restaurant chain - the concept fuses American influences with authentic Mexican cuisine.

With a thoroughly modern brand identity and a fresh, monochrome space offset with industrial furniture and flashes of bold colour, DF Mexico is like the hip older cousin of your typical themed high street eatery. Perfect for those who like their Mexican dining experiences minus the sombreros and Spanish guitar music.  

And of course, the food is pretty excellent too - as any fan of Thomasina's would expect. 

After struggling to decide what to eat for an embarrassing length of time, my dining buddy opted for the Chilli Beef Torta - a Mexican-inspired sandwich served in a brioche bun with slaw, smashed avocado and house pickles (yes, it was as dreamy as it sounds) - while I chose the Pork Tibil Tacos with pink pickled onions (aka the PRETTIEST onions).

As somebody who eats out more than I'd care to admit, it's not often that a restaurant gets me genuinely excited - it was even enough to get me blogging again.

Check out the full DF Mexico menu here - and see if you can choose your favourite any faster than we could!

Down time

Brunch today at the Wild Cafe in Bath. Avocado on sourdough toast; pancakes with bacon and maple syrup; fresh orange juice, and Earl Grey tea. Making the most of my leisure time before starting a grown-up full-time job on Monday. Eek! 

Nordic

Today I went for coffee with a friend, and received this belated birthday gift. It's full of traditional recipes that remind her of growing up in Sweden, and I can't wait to give some of them a try. Just need to decide whether to make cinnamon buns or tosca cake first...

Oh yes, it was my birthday last week! And before that I took Little P to Paris! We have a lot to catch up on. I'll post again tomorrow. 

Freedom

Before you get mad at me, I have a good reason for not blogging in almost a month - well, two good reasons perhaps. The first has been finally finishing my degree (only four years behind schedule after having Little P), so as you can imagine I have been trapped at my desk for the last few weeks. The second is that, after my final exam a week ago, I have been busy celebrating. The weather has certainly helped, and I've enjoyed sunny pub garden drinks, nights out with uni friends, and a great weekend with my guy that included a very late night, and a very lazy Sunday at the spa. Think I need to make the most of this before real life kicks in...

Saturdays

Today was a trip to the cinema followed by a visit to the toy store; then sandwiches and cake with our new monster friends. As good as it gets when you're 6.

Smashed avocado with olive oil, lemon juice, salt and pepper. On sourdough toast. With balsamic glaze. One of my favourite little lunches.

Blueberry and White Chocolate Muffins

This recipe comes with an(other) apology. With my dissertation deadline looming ever closer, I'm afraid blogging has taken a bit of a back seat...so has cooking, for that matter. But last week saw my final EVER lecture, so I'm now studying from home and trying not to get too distracted by a) the sunshine b) trashy TV or c) cleaning the oven, aka anything that seems more appealing than sitting at my desk. 

To celebrate our last lecture, I took in a batch of these muffins. They went down well - although a bunch of sleepy students at 9am will probably appreciate any snack given to them. They're perhaps not as healthy as your average breakfast muffin, so leave out the chocolate if you like, or eat with abandon as they are: 

Makes 12 muffins

150g self raising white flour

100g self raising wholemeal flour

100g caster sugar

1 tao bicarb of soda

1 medium free-range egg

250ml milk

90ml vegetable oil

150g blueberries

200g white chocolate, broken into chunks

Heat the oven to 180°C.

Combine and mix together all the ingredients in a large mixing bowl, except for the blueberries and 150g of the white chocolate. Try to do this in as few movements as possible, otherwise you'll knock all the air out of the mixture.

Using a metal spoon, stir through the blueberries and chocolate.

Pour the mixture into a 12 hole muffin tin lined with paper cases, and bake in the oven for 18-20 minutes. You can check with a skewer to see if the centres are cooked.

Remove from the oven, take the muffins out of the tray and leave to cool on a wire rack. 

Meanwhile, melt the remaining 50g chocolate in a bowl over a pan of simmering water - or in the microwave, on a VERY LOW setting for no more than 30 seconds. I burnt my first batch by forgetting Mary Berry's wise words: "chocolate will melt in a child's pocket". Oh Mary, why did I forsake you?

When the muffins are cool, embrace your inner artist and drizzle the melted chocolate over them in a fancy way. Leave to cool and harden.    

Baked Rosemary Polenta Fries

Confession: I had to Google (or 'google' - is google a verb nowadays?): "Is polenta a carb?" in the making of this post.

Does that sound stupid? Carbs are a confusing place.

Well it turns out that polenta is a wholefood, and one of those 'good carbs' that is full of fibre and protein. So we can feel good about that. 

We can also feel good about cutting it up and pretending that it's potato.

These crispy fries are actually baked not fried, giving them more healthy little brownie points. They're also wonderfully easy to make, even more so if you use ready-made polenta.

If you're using the grain from scratch, just cook it according to the pack's instructions to make a firm polenta. The quantities I used were 100g polenta combined with 400ml water, a generous amount of grated parmesan, and approx 1 tsp dried rosemary. Heat in a saucepan for around 4 minutes until thick. Leave to cool a little, then turn out onto a flat surface and shape into a square-ish shape - this is quite a satisfying job if you do it with a few pats of your rubber spatula (!) 

Heat some olive oil on a tray, in an oven heated to 200 degrees. 

Slice your polenta into thick or thin fries, depending on what you fancy. I went for thick but would try thin next time, as the resulting fry has a firm texture that would hold it's shape well. 

Place onto the hot tray. Season with sea salt and black pepper, and toss to coat them in the oil. Bake in the oven for 25-30 minutes until golden and crisp.

Potatoes? Pah! 

Sunny Sunday

This morning - Rene Humphrey and I grabbed some fresh orange juice and blueberry muffins from the Holburne Museum café, and took a morning stroll along the canal. So nice to chat goals and plans for the future with this lady, she always inspires me. Oh and I think I got a little bit sun-burnt, which I didn't mind because it feels so good to have the sun back!  

MEATliquor

London is becoming something of a hotspot for burgers these days. Ever keen to try out new restaurants, there's a few that I've been wanting to visit for some time - from Burger and Lobster, to Byron, to US import Five Guys. On a recent visit we decided to tick one off the increasing list of 'best burgers in London' and headed to MEATliquor, in a convenient position near Oxford Street but positioned beneath a rather bleak looking car park. 

Don't let the exterior put you off, though. Once inside the restaurant, with its dark lighting, graffiti style paintwork on the walls, and jumbled mix of old wooden tables and leather booths, you feel as if the place has always been there. We liked the relaxed vibe and, unlike some places in London, it didn't feel like it was trying too hard to be hip - the best example of this being the unceremonious roll of kitchen paper on each table for diners to use as napkins! 

But of course, most importantly - the burgers were pretty near perfect. We both opted for the bacon cheeseburger, which came thick, medium rare and fried in butter (so wrong, yet so very right) and were generously topped with American style cheese, mustard, ketchup and pickles. The bun wasn't of the increasingly common brioche variety, but an old school soft white bun, lightly grilled in butter also (*drool*). A definite highlight for me were the fries, which - and this is a complement by the way - had the satisfying saltiness and crispness of a McDonald's french fry. The highlight for my partner was that the ice cold Buds were served in ice frosted glasses - and it's the little touches like that that will guarantee a return visit. And with the bill coming in at just under £30, it's pretty reasonably priced by the capital's standards.

Looks like next time we'll have to try and visit a few other places for comparison. Purely in the name of research!

Where are some of your favourite places to grab a burger in London? 

Sunday Morning

A Sunday morning treat.

Croissants are allowed if they're teeny tiny, right?

The Better Food Company

One morning after a particularly late night out in Bristol, I decided to cleanse myself with a quick stop at The Better Food Company in the St Werburgh's area. 

Although all my body was craving was a dirty burger, it did lift my spirits a little to browse the aisles of organic and wholefood produce, and buy myself a few things. The store also sells lots of locally produced items, from West Country cheeses to sausages from nearby farms. I was also craving sausages by this point. If you do find yourself peckish, there's a welcoming little cafe and deli on site.

The store has a delightfully stocked scoop-and-fill area, filled with anything you could need whether its rice, oats or lentils. I scooped up some very reasonably priced 'deluxe muesli', and could feel my body thanking me already!

There is also a (somewhat excessive, if you ask me) selection of rice cakes. But I was excited by all the crackers, so who am I to judge?

I couldn't resist these hazelnut waffles, nor could I ignore the chia seed superfood trend any longer. I have no idea what to use them for though, so I'll just be off googling that now. 

Here's to Spring and all its health and vitality!

(Disclaimer - I'm going to a 'beer and hot dog night' tomorrow - so here's to everything in moderation!) 

This is mostly one of my apology posts for not blogging in a little while! The next few weeks are crammed full of uni deadlines (hooray!) and some exciting plans, so I'll try my very best to stay in touch. It's half term this the moment (not the best timing, if I'm honest) so I'll be making sure I fit in some quality time with this wonderful little guy.

Hope you're all well!

Love, Miss P x

This morning: a quick coffee and croissant date with my guy, before we both had to get on with some work and real life. 

(Bertinet Bakery do the best almond croissants in Bath, I feel you need to know that)

The Snooty Fox

We've just returned from a night away in the Cotswolds to celebrate our anniversary. We stayed in the charming little market town of Tetbury, which we has driven through in the past and thought it looked a nice place to stopover, do some antique shopping and enjoy some food and drink. 

I'll soon be posting a longer review of the hotel we stayed in, but first here's a little lunch recommendation - The Snooty Fox, apparently a hangout of Prince Charles who lives nearby on the Highgrove estate. Right in the heart of the high street, this local boozer strikes the perfect balance between a traditional pub with roaring its fires and dark wood-paneled rooms, and a modern eatery, with its tempting - but not self-conscious - food menu. 

There was a very pleasing sandwich menu, all served with chips and reasonably priced at around the £7 mark, as well as hot food which included local sausages and mash, burgers (we can highly recommends the chicken and bacon burger), and beer-battered haddock and chips. The hand-pulled pork pie ploughman's would also go down a treat with a cold pint of local ale! Dinner options include 'fancier' dishes such as steak, sea bream with crushed potatoes, and duck breast in honey and orange sauce - so it would also be a lovely spot for a quiet dinner and bottle of red wine by the large fireplace.

  One added bonus was George the Great Dane who seemed to lap up the attention from visitors, and another was the wonderfully warm service we received from Paula our bartender. From letting us sample the beers to giving us a number for the best local cabbie, it's those little touches that really make you feel welcome, and reminds you what's great about traditional British pubs.

Prawn Stir Fry

Tonight's dinner was king prawns with stir fry vegetables, cooked in fresh chilli, garlic and ginger, with a little and honey and soy sauce. Served with brown rice, and eaten on the sofa with a pile of books that I have to read for uni. Reading under pressure is NOT FUN, but eating with chopsticks is.  

A Theory About Eggs

I have a theory that almost any meal can be greatly improved by sticking a poached egg on top of it. Think about it - there are fewer things in life more enjoyable than the feeling of cutting into just-firm whites, and letting the oozy yolk smother your dinner with its golden comforting warmth.

Last night I made a salad of leaves, petits pois and smoked streaky bacon lardons, dressed in lemon juice and olive oil, and topped it with a simple cod fishcake. Then I proudly placed my poached egg on top, and suddenly dinner got a lot more exciting.

What do you like having poached egg with...salads, steaks, pasta, pizza? Or are they strictly for having on toast?!