
I come from a family where there had to be (many) cakes for
each celebration and at least one every Sunday. Of course we also ate biscuits
but generally these were the bought ones. This changed when I was introduced to
my husband’s Austrian godmother – Hedi - and her biscuits. Before Christmas she
is always busy preparing a selection of treats so when you open a tin that
comes from her, it is as you were opening a box of chocolates: there...