Everyone posts recipes, so here’s mine! Never let it be said I didn’t share the recipe of my fabulous much-acclaimed Christmas cake.
Buy a pack of maida and bring it home to realise it’s rice flour. Disgusting con men in the store!
Cut open the packet of sugar and get the scissors stuck in the pack and see half the sugar spill on to the floor.
Try to mop it up with one hand, while keeping the dog away with the other. Sugar is bad for dogs, since they don’t brush their teeth ever ever!
Take the cut n dried raisins and almonds and cashews and stuff that you’d soaked in rum a month back – and kept tasting ever since. Look shocked since it’s now down to a handful. Make a big noise demanding to know who in the house ate it up.
Anyway, just pour everything into a big wooden bowl and stir it. Add other things you think cakes need. Like candles. Like eggs. Darn, how do you pick out the egg shells? Never mind, they’re good sources of calcium!
Caramelise some sugar by burning it brown in a pan with a little water. Stop before the whole house starts smoking and the neighbours ring the bell in panic. Go to the door to assure them you are not on fire. Return to the kitchen to find you are!
The caramelised sugar is now hard enough to throw at one of the neighbours!
You forgot to add butter, you clod! The butter is frozen to its paper carton. Dump it in anyway. If they can eat egg shells, they can eat paper too. It won’t dissolve! Microwave the whole thing a bit to melt it!
Ooh freakin frook! Paper carton and wooden bowl and metal stirrer! Everything’s smoking. The microwave oven has blown the house fuse!
How are you gonna bake it with no power?
Call the boys and the dog and sit and lick up all the cake mix instead. It’s much yummier than cake. Call S and ask him sweetly to buy 4 large Christmas cakes on his way home. And some medicine for tummy upset.
Liked my cake recipe?
Now here’s the real secret. Ma bakes the cake. I just eat it.