My first memory of Christmas cake was when visiting granny and grandad around this time of year. The drive always seemed to take ages, 16 miles is a long way when your a kid, especially when there's cake waiting at the other end, and grandad always made a Christmas cake. Rich with fruit, heavy with brandy, layered with marzipan, thick icing and decorated to perfection. It was the sort of cake that would keep you warm through the coldest of winters.

Discover Something Unique in Louth

As you know we are always testing new flavour combo's, and we have two spicy one's in the test kitchen this week, both are bold in flavour and pack serious heat.

There’s something deeply comforting about making pizza. The mixing of flour, water, and yeast, the blending of tomatoes, basil, garlic, oregano, the warmth from the oven, and music playing in the background.

As for where this is going, I'm hoping to one day be in a bigger space, maybe running The Pan Yard from a pub kitchen or maybe our own takeaway, who knows, I 'm just happy to be giving back to the place that has given me so much.

Growing up in Louth in the 1970s and 80s felt like living in a world that was perfectly self-contained, a proper Lincolnshire market town where everyone knew your name, or at least knew of you. Life moved at its own gentle pace, to the soundtrack of St James’ Church and the hum of the market.