My Thursday evening English class have long served as my official guinea pigs. Now I agree that a bunch of teenage cyclists probably aren’t the most discerning of taste-testers. But mine are reasonably forthright and, while capable of inhaling their own bodyweights in baked goods, if they don’t like something, I’m left with more than just crumbs. Unsurprisingly, anything with chocolate in it scores highly and they simply love home-made biscuits and cookies. Continue reading →