Calories need not apply.

I am no Martha Stewart; I am no Marco Pierre White; I am no Rachel Khoo; I am no Jamie Oliver (okay maybe a little Jamie Oliver but not quite). The point is that I am just a sparkly girl standing in front of an oven-and-hob, asking it to love me. I experiment. I am messy. I have no fancy equipment – my oven has even decided not to close its door on me – and the outside world – fully. And half of the gradient markings on the knobs have disappeared (there are many conspiracy
theories surrounding this). What I do, is yummy food that brings smiles to faces and usually has a touch of whimsy. Did I mention I am messy?