Mary Berry Recipes

Warm biscuits. Sticky strawberries. Cream slipping down the sides. This was the dessert at Nan’s house every June — right when the garden smelt like …

There’s something quietly perfect about a soft bread roll, fresh from the oven. Not too fancy. Not fussy. Just warm, pillowy, and waiting for a …

Quinoa salad used to bore me. I’d tried a few over the years — all well-meaning, all incredibly beige. But then I came across this …

There’s something about the snap of cinder toffee that takes me straight back to bonfire nights. Cold fingers clutching paper cones, sparks drifting in the …

I remember the first time I made blondies — not these ones, mind you, just a basic traybake from a torn magazine page, probably stuck …

There’s something about the smell of baked apples and cinnamon that instantly takes me back to my childhood kitchen — cold hands wrapped around a …

It was always Sundays. Rainy ones, usually. Dad would grumble about the telly reception, mum would be halfway through ironing, and the whole house smelled …

There’s this very specific memory I have of being in the kitchen with my mum, a damp Sunday rolling past the windows, and the smell …

There’s something about a pineapple upside-down cake that just feels cheerful before you even eat it.Mary Berry’s version keeps it simple — buttery sponge, juicy …

There are very few cold pasta salads I trust. Most of them remind me of sad potlucks — gloopy mayo, mushy penne, and a lone …