James Martin Recipes

Apple crumble isn’t just dessert — it’s a memory. It’s rainy Sunday afternoons, steam on the windows, and your nan pulling a bubbling dish out …

The first time I made a tarte Tatin, I flipped it out too early and burnt my thumb — but oh my word, it smelled …

There’s something quietly magical about a simple Madeira cake. It doesn’t try to be fancy, it’s not stuffed with jam or icing — just a …

You know that feeling when the grill’s on, the air smells like sunshine and charcoal, and something’s sizzling away with a bit of attitude? That’s …

I made this mushroom quiche on a rainy Sunday, the kind where you’ve already made three cups of tea before lunch and you’re still in …

Right, so I wasn’t even planning to make cauliflower cheese the first time I did. I had half a cauliflower left from some forgotten healthy …

Yorkshire puddings. The unsung hero of every roast dinner. I still remember the first time I nailed them — like, properly nailed them — they …

There’s something a bit magical about roast potatoes done right, isn’t there? When the tray comes out of the oven and you hear that little …

There’s something devilishly brilliant about millionaire’s shortbread. It’s the kind of thing your nan might make for a church fête, but James Martin? He’s gone …

Look, I’ve made a lot of scones in my time. Some too dry. Some too wobbly. One batch so dense I could’ve used them as …