Ian’s other passion is baking. He enjoys eating what he bakes. He enjoys the pleasure his baking brings to family and friends – the detectable delactable delight, the ever-so-discreet momentary dribble, the neighbourly hand stretching hopefully toward the biscuit tin, the crumbs glistening around the moistening lips, the desperate unspoken longing for the offer of a second chance to savour such scrumptious sublimity…

In his occasionally-to-be-renewed IBBC log Ian will introduce you to his simple philosophy of home-baking. Here you will find no hint of reality-inanity-competitiveness, of oneupbakership or of photogen(er)ic perfection. You will sometimes find the odd recipe suggestion – some odder than others – and a calorific retelling of Ian’s countryside kitchen-lore, as handed down by his maternal grandmother and tinkered with according to the idiosyncrasies of his tried-and-tested tastebuds and the twinkle in his eye.

But be warned; this is a piping-bag-and-rosette-nozzle-free zone. Chocolate shall be melted, not tempered, and no two anythings shall be identical. Oh, and there’s one more thing that will not appear in the IBBC log: the secret recipe for Ian’s famously flavoursome flapjack – well, not yet anyway…

Read on for Ian’s Biscuit, Bread & Cake log for regular updates and occasional recipes…