Who Am I?
Katie Angharad (Welsh meaning: ‘more love’), a girl from a rural Welsh town with a love of all things baked. A girl who owns more loaf tins than she does pairs of socks. Needless to say, I appreciate food – baking, eating, discovering, experimenting & sharing it with those around me. I can easily squander a weekend in the kitchen experimenting. At present my little kitchen caters for myself &
the boyfriend burrito boy (occasionally the neighbours cat too).
Why The Marmalade Teapot?
Simple, taking two of my utmost favourite things in life, my abnormal consumption of tea & my dependance on the sticky, orange breakfast preserve it was obvious.. The Marmalade Teapot.
My hope is that in some small way I can inspire you to bake for yourself, be it any of my recipes or something of your own creation. Also as a safe storage space for my recipes, outside of my patent purple notebook full of my scribbles, splatters & recipe ideas.
I have a deep & profound love of honey that would rival Pooh himself. Cinnamon & mixed spice are regular offenders in my kitchen (a love that probably stemmed from childhood Welsh cakes). I also have a bit of a reputation for adding vegetables to bakes where I can.
Toast, in any way, shape or form. A life without my cup of English breakfast, well toasted bread & a thick slather of marmalade is a miserable one indeed.
Other than that, seafood of any kind, bananas, porridge & oats (aka the best thing about winter), olives, nuts, beetroot, gingerbread, popcorn, houmous, mints (particularly Murray) & good old rich tea biscuits.
I have a slight addiction to tea (there’s even a dedicated cupboard which truly has to be seen to be believed), this actually earned me the nickname of Lady Grey when I first met Burrito Boy.
It’s no small secret to anyone who has visited my kitchen that I own a small library of recipe books.
I have always taken pleasure in making things myself, any opportunity to be creative really, sewing, sketching, home decor, you name it. My favourite cauldron of tea (it’s too large to be considered a mug by any standards) is a colourful creation that I painted on an early date with Burrito Boy at a pottery cafe (dates following never quite lived up, but he tries).
Also, when I was little my mother used to bake & decorate, sometimes the most elaborate birthday cakes. Every birthday growing up consisted of at least 3 cakes, a number cake, a themed store-bought cake & one my my mothers own cakes (I’ve had a lucky escape from Diabetes).
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt, it’s not to give up. Even if your creme pattissiere lets you down, leaving your attempted fraiser cake nothing more than a disappointment trifle on the kitchen floor. Grab a spoon, it still tastes amazing (speaking from experience).