Tag Archives: Breakfast

The domino effect

One scone leads to another scone which leads to the feeling of complete and utter doughiness. Now I’ve mastered the art of the scone, I decided to ‘go large’. Good training for when I have to work in McDonalds when … Continue reading

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The big breakfast

I love breakfast. I love everything about it. I have five seconds of that horrible early morning airport feeling and then I’m ready to face the day. This is not the Famale family way. Papa Famale is annoyingly chirpy, to … Continue reading

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Morning glory

How do I love thee? Scones are a curious thing. They are plain, doughy and not at all healthy. But oh, let me count the ways we can devour them. Warm, lukewarm, butter, butter and jam, clotted cream and jam. … Continue reading

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Nut job

And throughout all eternity, I forgive you, you forgive me. Sunday is the best day of the week, so any regretful behaviour on Friday and Saturday should be forgotten and something delicious made to start the day. Sunday is about … Continue reading

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I could be happy for the rest of my life with the cinnamon, girl

I haven’t been this excited at nine o’clock in the morning since I became a student again and realised I didn’t actually have to get up and go to work. The dough has risen! I’ve been waiting to get the … Continue reading

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Requiem for a banana

According to Famale’s mum, the banana muffins are actually nice, and can be enjoyed with a little bit of raspberry jam, as illustrated. However, they do not live up to Famale standards, so shall be left hidden in their blue … Continue reading

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Nut your average breakfast

Woke up with an unhealthy hankering for crepe con nutella – basically the thin chocolate pancakes I ate when I was studying in Milan in 2005. Italians just can’t get enough of the stuff, as I saw again this summer … Continue reading

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