Ballymaloe Day 44: Stuffed to the brim

“What am I doing to my body?!” I exclaimed in amused exasperation as I gave my dishes up for washing, “I think I’m going to explode”. Back in the kitchen in Ballymaloe, and into the normal routine of living in a culinary bubble, I was tired but happy to be back. As well as cooking…

Ballymaloe Day 24: Roll of thunder, hear my cry

The palette knife made its way across the top of the sponge with slivers of raspberry filling the grooves. It was my very first time making a cake and I wanted it to look beautiful. Every morning I wake up and for a moment I completely forget that I’m in Ballymaloe. As I slip on…