Mary Berry Recipes

You know that moment when you say, “I’ll just have one,” and next thing you know, you’re standing in the kitchen, halfway through the tray, …

The first time I made these Mary Berry Chocolate Cookies, it was one of those drizzly British afternoons where the sky can’t decide if it …

I remember my grandmother’s kitchen on rainy afternoons — the scent of butter and sugar thick in the air, the gentle ping of the Aga, …

Right, let’s just get this off my chest: I’ve had more than my fair share of soggy, claggy sweet and sour chicken disasters. Too gloopy. …

I can still picture the old beige tin Mum used when she made this — worn at the edges, the sort that clanged loudly on …

There’s something almost magical about the scent of treacle warming through the kitchen — it’s sweet but not in-your-face, deep and rich like autumn leaves …

There’s something oddly magical about celeriac, isn’t there? It’s not the prettiest veg in the basket — knobbly, a bit scruffy — but beneath all …

I don’t know about you, but there’s something about parkin that feels like pulling on a warm jumper. It’s earthy and spiced, a bit old-fashioned …

There’s something quietly magical about lavender in baking — that soft, perfumey sweetness that whispers of gardens and long afternoons. The first time I made …

A tart worth lingering over — lemony, buttery, quietly nostalgic I first stumbled across Canterbury Tart in a dusty little cookbook tucked at the back …