Hello and welcome to my blog! I'm completely new to this so you'll have to bear with me. I'd best get the obligatory boring first post done so then I can get on with writing about the important things in life (food). You can read a little about me in my about me section but feel free to ask any more questions- you can tweet me here.
So, the name of this blog. I reckon there's a few people who think they've misread it or think I've made up a word (my boyfriend included), but blackites are what us Cumbrian's call blackberries. The activity of 'blackiting'- which involved wrapping up and marching down country lanes with a tupperware box and the knowledge that a lot of hand scratches were imminent- was a pretty big (and enjoyable) part of my childhood and something which I still get simple pleasure from doing to this day. Despite the inevitable creepy crawlies that had to be bribed out of the haul with a sprinkle of sugar, there was always the promise of a steaming hot blackite and apple crumble to get you through. Bliss. I already fantasise about taking my children blackiting; determined that they will never use the word 'blackberry', no matter where I bring them up.
The other half of my title: biscuits. Well who doesn't love biscuits? Making them, eating them, the smell! A guilty treat that doesn't even make me feel guilty. The best biscuits I've ever eaten, as much of a cliche as it is, have to be the ones that my Gran makes. Pinwheels, lemon knots, chocolate shortbread, oaty ones- my mouth is watering at the thought of them (another cliche for you there). There's just something about that crunchy sweetness, especially when on the side of a nice cup of tea. They're just good!
Well anyway, enough of my salivating. In the posts to come I will be doing a mixture of things including reviewing books and restaurants/coffee shops, testing and sharing recipes, writing about markets and tv shows, and generally a lot more gushing about and craving yummy yummy food. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading :)