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I’m Hannah, and my last name is actually Bond. I live with my husband, James (yes, really, and no, he won’t take my name), between a little flat and an even littler boat in Oxford, UK. I love anything with praline in it, the satisfaction of putting things in rainbow order, and all animals. I have a drastic and serious inability to dance and a worryingly poor sense of direction.

Here you will find recipes, ramblings, and the occasional review. Recipes will be either variations on things I’ve loved and adapted from a motley collection of cookbooks and websites, or inventions of my own. Although we don’t survive solely on baked goods, it will look like we do: there will be the occasional savoury recipe popping up here and there, but generally sweet things will win me over and appear instead.

My food history is patchy. I wasn’t one of those kids who could turn out a crème brûlée aged eight and knew the difference between a chanterelle and a shiitake. Food-wise, I had what I consider to be a fairly normal childhood for my age and demographic: turkey twizzlers and potato smilies at school; huge slabs of Dairy Milk from the cornershop; packets of ravioli in jars of pasta sauce at dinner if I was fending for myself.

I only started cooking properly in my twenties, and have become one of those people who insists everyone comes round for dinner all the time and presses jars of jam onto random strangers because I’ve accidentally made enough to keep us in preserves for several lifetimes to come. In July 2016, I graduated from the full professional diploma course at Leiths School of Food and Wine with a Distinction, and I’m now working with Sophie Grigson, partnering her on her pop-up cookery school in Oxford. This blog is a pet-project: I’m just a normal person doing the best I can from a poky little kitchen in my free time, and often in my not-free time when I should be doing something else.

Welcome aboard.