dish as last time. A frittata with mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, spinach and Parmesan that I made for my dinner one night. And Julian's new egg poaching gadget. Which is now in the bin. Because it might look cute in the photo but it was rubbish at poaching eggs. Unless you like your poached eggs to take an hour to cook and be a mix of both under-cooked and over-cooked. Pics 9-10 : My ruddy gorgeous nieces. Orla showing an early obsession for Russian dolls, like her aunt. And Freya in her new apron -- made by mum -- just about to take to the kitchen to decorate cupcakes. A more seasoned baker than myself, she learnt how to ice her sponges at playschool weeks ago. Like Nigella, she likes to taste test her creations before bestowing upon her family and friends. Afternoon tea is quite the thing these days. From The Ritz to your local caff, everyone's getting in on it. Including my work friend Azza who decided to throw an afternoon tea-themed flat-warming party last weekend. Being aware of my new-found fondness for baking, and having tried one of my cookies last week, Az asked if I would make some scones for her party. Yeah sure, I said. Oh God... What was I/she letting my/herself in for... There was no getting out of it. I would have to make these scones if it killed me. Sconeday, AKA last Saturday, came round all too soon -- and it was a