Cloudberries, coffee bavarois, and meringue
Beautiful, terrifying, distinctly northern...
She’d march around the kitchen, all 5 foot 1 of her, screaming “time, time, time, hurry, hurry, hurry” in her beautiful, terrifying, distinctly Northern British accent and, if memory serves, a charred wooden spoon in her hand to better gesticulate to the clock and occasionally hit us with and, holy potatoes, had …