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I write about baking, chocolate, my time in restaurants and AA 3-Rosette hotels, and my fight with cancer. I’m the Executive Chef and Founder of No Sugar Shop— an artisanal, plant-based chocolatier and bakery in Devon, free from refined sugar, dairy, and gluten.

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You Have Cake On Your Tits

My name is Bella. I started writing Cakey Tits after my breast cancer diagnosis during chemotherapy and after a long career as a head chef and as a pastry chef. I make plant-based artisanal bakes and chocolates free from dairy, gluten and refined sugar. Subscribe to the No Sugar Shop mailing list and be the first in line for home deliveries when we are up and running after my cancer treatment ends!

  • If You Can Remember Love

    Coming out of chemo and into two surgeries at the end of last year made any hope of memory impossible. Of course, I remember heart beats around certain days, or events, but it was like flipping a book with the crest of your thumb as fast as you can and trying to read each word.

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  • Honest Ingredients

    Honest Ingredients

    I was in chemotherapy for breast cancer when everything changed — not just in my body, but in my relationship with food. My system was wiped out, and it had no room left for anything artificial. No refined sugar. No alcohol. No mysterious “natural” sweeteners that made me return it to the shelf after reading…

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  • Delicious Supportive Fibre-Rich Smoothie

    This smoothie became my go-to after the third cycle of chemotherapy (EC). I didn’t realise just how quickly even a small drop in fibre intake for a day could affect my body during treatment. So this creation guaranteed my daily intake, so that I could have a slice of toast at lunch or at breakfast…

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  • Sending All My Love Along The Wire

    The lyrics from “How to Save a Life” by The Fray echo around me in a supermarket, as the diagnosis is still so fresh and we’re preparing for more appointments.

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  • You Have Cake On Your Tits

    Whenever things went really wrong for me or my sister in our twenties, we would stay up late talking with a glass of red wine, passing a cigarette between us. Or we’d get tucked up in bed together with a slice of cake and cups of tea. “You’ve got cake on your tits,” she would…

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