Bake,  Write

Birthday’s, edits and an Italian tiramisu pick me up recipe

So let me begin with apologies for the lack of a post last week. It was my Father in law’s 80th birthday and the WHOLE family descended.

To make it up to you, here is a recipe for tiramisu. I think we could all do with a little ‘pick me up’.



  • 40g caster sugar
  • 2 eggs (separated)
  • 250g mascarpone cheese
  • 1 pack of sponge fingers
  • A pot of strong black coffee
  • A good slug of masala wine or amaretto
  • Cocoa for dusting


  • Lots of bowls
  • A 2ltr dish to hold it all in (or lots of individual dishes if you fancy)

tiramisu ingredients


  1. In a bowl, beat the egg yokes and caster sugar for about 3 minutes.
  2. Beat the mascarpone cheese in another bowl to get rid of lumps and add the sugar/yolk mixture and beat together.
  3. Whisk the egg whites until they form stiff peaks and add to the mascarpone mix and fold.
  4. Add the alcohol to the coffee and pour it into a shallow dish.
  5. Soak the sponge fingers one at a time for about 4-5 seconds each side and keep doing this until you fill the dish.
  6. Add half of the mascarpone mixture over the soaked sponge fingers.
  7. Repeat with another layer of soaked sponge fingers and the remaining mascarpone mix.
  8. Dust the top with cocoa powder
  9. Leave to set in the fridge overnight

tiramisu mixing bowls

sponge fingers

Editing is hard

I know, the waiting is the hard part. As an option, I have made this very early in the morning and it’s set and good to eat the same evening. It will make your kitchen smell of coffee and amaretto too, which is never a bad thing.

With a crazy long weekend, it’s caused my writing to take a backseat. I promised mum a completed draft of my novel for her to read by mother’s day but this didn’t happen and now I’m editing like mad when I have the time to.

Mum’s already seen about two-thirds of my novel. I remember the day I clicked send on the email containing the first couple of chapters and the subsequent night where I didn’t sleep a wink. A hurricane of butterflies whirled inside my chest as I waited.

And waited…

Then I had to explain to mum there’s an attachment and you just have to copy it over to iBooks. One hurdle crossed and eventually she came back and said it was good.

You may think this odd (I do too), a writer, who aspires to one day be a published author is frightened of someone reading my work. Yet this is the first time I have ever shown someone my writing. Some of these characters have been knocking around my brain for years and finally, they’ve made the great leap to the page. Another person now knows about these characters and they’re residing in someone else’s head as well as mine.

I’m also an INFJ and I’ve never found social interaction easy. I will do it and I can do it well but I will get tongue tied sometimes and it always tires me out. The written word has always been the easier method for me to communicate. I have time to construct what I want to converse and I can put it across without losing track and adding a lot of ‘um’s’ and ‘ah’s’ in between.

I think I surprised my mum when she discovered her shy and conscientious daughter could write a novel. To be honest, I surprised myself.

Now, I’m going to dig into this tiramisu and get back to editing.


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