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Of course, I don't discriminate. I enjoy cake too (as you probably noticed on the first page) it
isn't as handy as queen cakes but it's more easily shared. My Mother is a superb cake baker and I love it when she makes sponge.
It's my Brother's favourite and we always have it on his birthday. I hear she makes a mean Christmas cake too, but I don't
like it so I try to avoid it. The only thing I have to do with it is decorating it. I love sticking the little plastic men
into the icing to make it look like a winter scene. When my Nana died, we saved all the little decorations she used and now
we put them on our own cakes. For me, it's a way of remembering her at such a special time.
Despite my better judgement, I love chocolate biscuit cake. t lacks any kind of aeshthetic beauty, but I can't deny it's heaveny
taste. It's a bit of a curse though because it's sold at a very low price in a superb deli near my home. I'm always tempted
to buy it, but I've only done so once. My Mom makes a great little one too. She usually buts a bit of sherry into it, to give
it that extra kick. In fact, she usually puts a little bit of alcohol in most desserts. Typical Irish I suppose.
My own baking can be quite dodgy. It has incredible variation. Sometimes it's so good my Mother showers
me with praises and tries to rope me into doing all the baking from now on. Other times, it's so bad I throw it away before
anyone can see or taste it. Last week my new boy ( :) ) was back to school so I decided I'd do something nice to cheer him
up. I went and got ingredients for cookies that looked so nice on the packaging. The mixing process went fine and when I read
the recipe it said not to grease the tray. This struck me as more than slightly odd, but I obeyed, wanting them to be great.
They smelled amazing when the timer beeped. On closer inspection, I found them to be light and crispy on the outside, with
a gooey middle, just the way I like them. The trouble erupted when I attemped to remove them from the tray. They were stuck!
After much cursing, scraping and gnashing of teeth I only removed the bare minimum. Quel dommage! He ate some of them, but
shamefully, it was I who ate most of the shards.
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....time is up, fools! Julia, the lovely, sweet Julia has won my heart and indeed my belly with the
beautiful buns she cooked me. They were a joy to behold. Lemon queen cakes with iced bunnies on every one. *Sigh* Just the
memory of them makes me feel all warm and fluffy inside. I'll post a picture as soon as I can find the ones I took. Kudos
to you Jules, kudos!
"But me, I'm not a gamble. You can count on me to split"- Bright Eyes.
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