I have an invitation for you…I’m delighted to announce that something exciting has been cooking (and not just cake this time!). Two creative friends and I have teamed up to plan a beautiful workshop – The Festive Table – a day of creative expression, collaboration and good food. Join us in the beautiful Blue Mountains and learn to create and capture glorious festive tables using bespoke blooms, clever styling and beautiful food.

Those of you who know me will be familiar with my belief in the restorative qualities of cake. Most milestones or problems in our house are met with the making of some kind of baked-good. Sad…? You need cake. Happy? A celebration cake. Sick…? Plain cake and a rest. Tired? Cake and tea. Heartbroken…? Chocolate cake, big slice.

When my parents visited last time, with them (among all manner of lovely treats from home) came a bag full of beautiful blood oranges from their greenhouse. There’s something about blood oranges that makes them seem very precious to me – maybe it’s their short season, or glorious ruby-colour, but whatever it is, I always feel pressure to treat them with respect and use them wisely.

Tilly's Table - Baked Leeks Two Ways

When I was little, for a treat my mum would occasionally buy some lovely fat leeks, wrap them in ham and bake them in a cheesy white sauce. I remember it being a pretty special dinner (leeks were expensive!) and one that was a favourite of mine and my brothers – I mean, what could be better than sweet baked leeks and ham in bubbling cheese sauce…?

This is my take on mum’s recipe (really just with an added crunchy breadcrumb topping). Perfect winter fare.

Up in the mountains, winter has hit in full force. This week it has felt not so much like a cold ‘snap’, but a cold whack in the face. It’s decidedly nippy and the wind has been fierce…

Smoked trout, crème fraîche, lemon, fresh crusty bread… I mean really, does it get any better? Ok, ok – maybe throw in a glass (bottle) of chilled …

Yesterday was a day for comfort eating. It was a tricky and tiring day involving a failed daycare drop-off (which turned into a pick-up), tears (her and me), a lot of soul-searching …

Tilly's Table - Hello Madeleine

I have spoken before about my love of small cakes. For me, there’s something immensely likeable about them.

This Easter we’ll be heading to the country to hang out with my parents, my brother, and sister-in-law and extended ‘family’ of very dear friends.

I’ve never really been a fan of the ice cream sandwich. Too much fanfare and cross-pollination for my liking. The promise is big, …