BLOODY BIG SIGH!!!!
I've had what's known in the trade as "one of those days" today.
"Lampeter in mid-Wales".
Flippin LAMPETER??!! Two and a half hours away... and considerably longer for us as we don't have a car!! Why advertise in a paper so far away?! Gutted was not the word. Oh - and as a parting shot after I told her we would have to decline because of logistics she responded "Oh we were in Wolverhampton with the pups just last night".
Thanks a bunch.
So anyway... on the agenda for Mr B today was
The Lady of the House (ahem - that's me, don't ya know!) decided to have a baking day. I had some fresh peaches in the bowl - which were absolutely fine, - but were just at the stage where if you looked at them a bit funny they'd threaten to burst into penicillin. So I ran at them with a big knife and taught em a lesson. They turned into these! Scrummy peach and vanilla muffins!
Poohtle's place and unusually for me I had all of the ingredients in the cupboard thanks to the local health food shop and their knock-down prices shelf. So I gave that a go too. Whilst I
Well today I decided that I'd have another go to see what it was like with the correct measurements of ingredients. Clever me found the You Tube clip of James Martin actually preparing the cake http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfbnsLXoJFo and I followed his destructions to the letter, whisking when he did, stirring when he did and pouting seductively when he did. The mixture had the consistency of slurry. I'm not kidding. Consistency? There WAS no consistency! However looking at
SO... who was I to question? I poured the mixture into the loose bottomed cake tin, whacked it into the oven, and went off to regale the chickens with my tales of woe and to inform them that as I had depleted our egg stock with my bakeathon then they needed to kindly get a move on with production. Well....When I got back to the kitchen (waylaid en route by Mr B who wanted me to push his button) (ok then - Harriet Honda's start button) I noticed this.......
Doesn't bode well does it?
Holding a chair in front of me (think lion tamer) I opened the oven door.
And this had happened.
The peach and vanilla muffins didn't escape either!
The cola cake eventually set/cooked/whatever and a load of chocolatey-splodge dumped on top disguises the worst of it. My son still loves it. It will be eaten along with the spongey tea bread.
Not so sure about these though. The result of a 'nearly end of cooking time telephone distraction'.
Oh, and whilst I think about it - If you're reading this blog James Martin, you can darn well come and clean my oven!!!