This morning was wreathed in the smoke of bonfires and tang of spent gunpowder, the sun was bright and there was a nice thick frost on the ground. The perfect day for spending the day in the kitchen; a day for baking, roasting and generally making a bit of a mess. The kind of day where you use every single kitchen utensil, every single one. Including the zester and that apple corer thingy.
I was trying out a few things that I hadn't done before. Cooking the lamb with anchovies on the advice of Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall. Works well, give it a go. The scones were simple, orange zest, stunning warm with clotted cream and black cherry jam.
The apple and honey cake was my attempt to recreate a cake that I had eaten in Tuscany, wasn't quite there, the ends dried out a little too much, but, the middle bit was a winner. Perfect Sunday really. That and Virgin Classic Rock on the radio. Sweet.