Having thumbed through 'The Great British Book of Baking' several times over the last week I couldn't resist the creative urge any longer. After tea, I pre-heated my oven, and, as I had a surplus of unwaxed lemons in the fridge, got to work with a Lemon Drizzle Cake (p245).
The result was deliciously soft and moist with a mouth-watering crunchy lemon topping...marred only by the fact that, as you can see, the bottom and sides burned and I had to saw them off with a bread knife. I must make it clear that this was in no way due to a deficiency in the recipe - no! It was entirely the fault of the stupid man who came to service my cooker last month. It took me two years to get used to that oven, then in he waltzes, fiddles with the burners and now everything is coming out black as coal. I tried to compensate for the ferocity of the flame by turning it down by a whole gas mark, but at one point I thought the cake wasn't going to rise at all so I turned it back up again - huge mistake. Anyway, I threw the burnt bits out for the birds and stuck the rest in the freezer for unexpected guests (serves them right)!
So, to other news. I started a diet today as I'm looking rather Rubenesque of late (another good reason for putting the cake in the freezer). A friend of mine had invited me to join her on a Juice Fast but I'm not fond of celery so I declined. I've given up all hope of ever fitting into my leather trousers again but I'm sick of maxi-dresses, they're very forgiving but they do tend to get caught up in the motorbike chain.
Can't wait to hear from you, Lucy. x
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