From my kitchen Sian Redgrave
Apr 20, 2022
3 minutes
My love of cooking undoubtedly stemmed from pure gluttony and my mother. I felt a deep sense of sadness as a child, not knowing my grandparents, but tangible objects remained from their lives. My grandmother’s baking books, full of handwritten notes, clippings and cake batter stains, were a comforting source of entertainment. One of my earliest memories is being buckled into my stroller with cakes and slices, lovingly prepared by my mother, piled on top to be
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