Delia Smith Recipes

There’s something about the scent of tomato soup simmering gently on the stove that brings me straight back to my gran’s kitchen in Norfolk. Rain …

Ah, rock cakes. These were the first “fancy” thing I ever made on my own, in my mum’s kitchen, aged about eleven. I remember pinching …

The smell of melting chocolate always reminds me of Sunday afternoons growing up — when Mum would put the kettle on and the whole house …

Delia Smith’s Ginger Cake isn’t just a cake — it’s a kitchen hug.Rich, spicy, and soft enough to sink a fork into without a fight. …

There’s something about venison that always takes me back to a little cottage in Norfolk, tucked between hedgerows and wind-whipped fields. We’d spend the day …

Some recipes just smell like home. This is one of them. The moment you open the oven and that warm, rosemary-scented steam hits you — …

Right. Let me start with a small confession: I used to dread brisket. You’d think a slow cooker would take care of everything — set …

Every autumn, without fail, I think of my grandmother’s pantry—dark wooden shelves lined with jars of amber and ruby preserves, each sealed with a handwritten …

Let me confess something: I ruined Hungarian goulash the first time I made it. And not just slightly. I turned what should have been a …

I remember the first time I had this soup — it was a chilly October afternoon, the kind where your jumper still smells of woodsmoke …