Mary Berry Recipes

There’s something about the smell of apples and cinnamon baking that just makes everything feel right, isn’t there? I first made this cake on a …

I still remember the first time I had to bake a gluten-free cake. My niece was coming round, and she’d just been told she couldn’t …

I remember the first time I made poached pears. It was December, just before Christmas, and I was trying to impress my mother-in-law — big …

When I was little, summer holidays meant two things in our house: wellies in the garden and pots of ruby-red raspberry jam cooling on the …

It was one of those warm afternoons — not blistering hot, but the sort that begs for something light, cold, and not too clever. I’d …

It was a freezing Thursday evening the first time I made this. I was in a jumper two sizes too big, music too loud, kitchen …

I’ll be honest — I used to hate cooking with lemon. It always felt like a gamble. Too much? Bitter. Too little? Pointless. And somehow, …

I still remember the first time I made this cake — it was for my dad’s birthday, sometime in late October, when the leaves were …

When I was a child, blackberry-picking meant stained fingers, scratched arms, and a Tupperware tub never quite as full as it should’ve been—because let’s be …

When I was a child, blackberry-picking meant stained fingers, scratched arms, and a Tupperware tub never quite as full as it should’ve been—because let’s be …