I threw a cake into the oven this morning – having stated that the hostess should not have to worry about cakes, I rather thought I should put my money where my mouth is. So I made one of Nigella’s brilliantly quick and easy jam cakes. In the Domestic Goddess she has a recipe for chocolate cherry muffins, made with cherry jam, and a storecupboard chocolate and orange cake, made with marmalade. Apart from the preserve, the recipes are identical. Today I thought I’d make a cake version, but use raspberry jam. I made a mascarpone icing for the top. (That was, even if I say it myself, a stroke of genius.)
I cutÂ the still-warm cake up and potted the icingÂ for later application, picked up my work bag and got in the car. Phhhhttt! No juiceÂ in the battery at all! So me andÂ my cake went back into the house again, sent our apologies, and made some lunch.
I set the Bitterroot shawl to soaking, and conjured up an unplanned meal. While I was stirring, oblivious to all else, Mr L arrived in the kitchen with a large cardboard box. I hadn’t heard the van arrive at all!
Inside the box was my initial “test” order from Approved Foods. I am pleased to say that they passed the test and I shall place further orders in the future. We now have a lifetime supply of instant soup (I know – but Mr L doesn’t drink tea and enjoys a mug of instant soup at tea time… no matter how many mutterings I make about salt intake etc.) that cost us under Â£2, plus many more strange and ridiculously cheap (- even after the delivery surcharge to the isles) items.
Organising homes for the contents of the parcel took a while.
And after lunch, I blocked out my Bitterroot in the luxury and safety of my workroom, on my new table. No more kitchen blocking and warding cats off for me. Oh, no. I have a dedicated facility. There’s posh for you.
Mind you, it hasn’t improved my blocking technique any – the spine of my shawl looks like a dog’s hind leg.
My back is killing me now, after all that bending. I’m going to take it easy, eat raspberry chocolate cake, and knit on my cowl for a while. All safe in the kniwledge that Teddy cannot sit on my blocking. Deep joy.