In the last year or so, one of my good friends has gotten into baking. Until now I hadn’t seen any benefit to this whatsoever as not a crumb had passed my lips, but this past Sunday she came over, Rachel Allen’s Cake in hand, and we set about making this cake.
I was home alone the other night, which means one of two things can happen. One, I could go to bed at 7pm having eaten a piece of bread and butter and nothing else. Two, I could stay up late watching cooking programs, drinking wine, making outrageous concoctions using leftovers and then decide to bake a cake. The first option wouldn’t make a very good blog post though, would it?