I have no idea. I will rely on others to tell me all about it.
Anyway, my point is that since the last post, I have been feverishly working myself up in to a floury frenzy, fretting about what to donate to Mr Man's Year 6 cake sale taking place on the Friday before half term. That'll be tomorrow.
Could I possibly do a 'Calendar Girls' special and buy a M&S Victoria Sponge and pass it off as my own? What about a Waitrose chocolate roll? Or a Sainbury's fruit loaf?
Not at all. In spite of all forms of procrastination I could think of (and there are many, believe me, imminent conf call and strategic business planning for phase two of major project for a client being just a couple of them), I actually took up the challenge and have baked not one, not two, but three different offerings to present to the paying masses.
This was my first effort:
|Okay, okay, so they were out of a packet.|
I was so pleased with myself I tweeted my fellow class rep and cake-stall-organiser and partner-in-crime (because so much more fun than texting, innit).
As ever, she did not mince her words.
So I baked these:
|Mini lemon madeiras - and that's runny icing |
in the corners, no drool
It appears I was not trying hard enough:
So I came up with these:
|Sticky, tacky and appealing to young 'uns|
Taste test with cherubs to follow shortly. If they're bouncing off the ceilings by bed time, I'll know I've hit the (sugar) jackpot.