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Well, hello there!

Thank you for stopping by my blog.

I'm Susie, wife to Mike and a mother of three kids (Josh, Brenna and Sam). 

My interest in food and cookery goes way, way back and there's nothing I love more than spending time pottering around the kitchen. 

This blog began during my time on maternity leave (a bit of a cliché, I know), when I needed to find a 'project' to keep me sane. 

Since then, I've had the opportunity to develop my passion into a business - Sweet Cafe and Bakery - which opened in Cardiff in 2015. Sadly, we passed on the reins of Sweet in 2018 after three and a half years. 

I'm now I'm back in my day job, but  I still want to keep baking and blogging, time permitting, as it is my way of relaxing.


If you have any queries, you can email me via the button on the blog or just type susie[at]foldintheflour[dot]com.

With that out of the way, why don't you grab a cuppa, pull up a chair, and explore my baking world a bit more? 

Hope you enjoy your visit!

Susie

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  1. Interested to see you have books that I have also. I also have a Kitchenaid, a candy apple red one, and I too have the beaterblade, wouldn't be without it now. Jeannette

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  2. Hi Jeanette, thanks for stopping by my blog. Oh, I' love the candy apple red! There's so many colours to choose from now, I don't think I could decide though! The beater blade is great. I have tried the KitchenAid one now, and that's pretty good, but I prefer the double blade. :)

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