I don't know which is worse, using that state-of-the-art food mixer while all the time professing to be a purist, or owning such a magnificent machine just for show!
This weekend we had a visitor staying and I know he is particularly partial to a carrot cake. What with all my voluntary work, I didn't get chance to bake on the Friday he arrived, although I did serve up a tasty lasagne with a crisp green salad for supper, followed by a couple of bottles of red wine.
By the time I went to bed I had become quite political and was slurring a bit, but luckily I didn't stray beyond the bounds of good taste. The next day I was a bit dizzy but still produced a glorious butternut squash and red pepper soup (recipe courtesy of Margo) and aforementioned carrot cake.
The cake was easy to make as it's one of those recipes that contains vegetable oil rather than butter (sounds awful doesn't it?), but you just throw everything together, slop it into two cake tins and pop it in the oven. It was quite a dark mixture, what with all that brown sugar, and little Latte said it looked like poo when we put it in to bake. (It didn't stop her licking the bowl out.) The cake was very tasty and super-moist, and I became over-confident with the icing. I made it in a rush and it turned out to be runny and lumpy - like sick! I had to throw it away and start again, this time adding the cream cheese to the butter and orange juice, little by little, in order to prevent it from curdling. Et voila! De Gateau aux Carrottes!
Well dear, must get on. Mr Latte and the little ones are at the village hall rehearsing for the pantomime and I want to use the time to get a few jobs done. I applied some beautiful stage make-up to the children before they left - they looked like two miniature Margot Fonteyns. I turned my back for two minutes and some official had gone over the top of my artistry with some luminous bright blue eye shadow. Unbelievable! Mark my words, if they come out in a rash someone will feel my boot up their arse!
Much Love, Lucy. x
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