As you can probably tell from my lack of haste to shout from the roof-tops, I DID NOT win the cake bake-off at work. The judging was intense, and you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife, but my offering was deemed to be lacking. In what area I shall never know, as the judges did not return the score sheets to the entrants with their comments. We were only told which were the best two cakes, much to the annoyance of some who entered and were left feeling that their previously scrumptious cakes were less than satisfactory. I suppose that if one puts one's head above the parapet, one must expect it to be shot off, so to speak. Such is the lot of the valiant loser, as I have discovered...
Attached are some photos to show you the standard:
The winner:
The runner up (most annoyingly, it was her first ever go at a Victoria Sponge):
All the entrants, with mine to the right of the winning cake:
I have to say that there was a real sense of anticipation that morning and that the fact that we raised £69 for a local hospice (the cakes were sliced and sold off to all the staff who chose not to enter), took away some of the disappointment of not winning.
There has been a call for another round of charity bake-off in the autumn. It has been suggested that we make scones next time, which would leave a bit more room for creativity, but I wonder if I can take another blow to my ego...
With love,
Cathy x
