Having finally moved into my new (and very student-y) house at university, it was about time I did my first bake in the somewhat grotty kitchen. I hadn’t quite established that the kitchen lacked scales, measuring cups and mixing bowls; all the oven markings had been rubbed off so there was no telling what you were heating up, or how hot it might be; I also totally forgot to buy baking parchment. The odds were most definitely against me, but somehow it turned out ok! Or even better than ok! Positively yummy. And I definitely feel like I’ve bonded with that kitchen, even if just through my gentle coaxing of the cooker. Bring on a year of happy student baking!