A surprising juxtaposition of the seventeenth century with classical times.
Best yet, through baking we relive our connections with the people we’re now separated from. I make a crumble and remember my sister teaching me to rub the cold butter and flour with my fingertips. I think of my niece and nephew squabbling over whose turn it is to stir the batter and lick the bowl. Video calls have been a godsend in this pandemic, but memory needs more to be nourished
Tamal Ray, Great British Baking Show Finalist, in I spend my day working in the hospital. Then I come home and bake