I've made a few cakes in my time

I bake.  Quite a bit. It's like a sickness.  I get an overwhelming urge to weigh out ingredients and watch the alchemy take place in my kitchen as those ingredients turn into something scrummy to eat. I like to try out new recipes from my many cookbooks, some of these don't make a scrummy cake but I don't blame myself here (Nooo, not my fault! Recipes fault obv!).  I've made enough cakes to know I am a capable baker.  I don't often feel I can blow my own trumpet, I don't feel hugely confident about a lot of things I do, but I know I can rustle up a good cake, muffin, cookie etc at a moments notice.  I put it down to the greedy pig with in, the pig that needs to eat baked goods at a moments notice.  Because of the pig within I have accumulated a few knock out recipes which always get results, several dozen actually, I am that much of a hog.

And with baking comes decorating.  Can't say I took to cake decorating easily.  The first cake I decorated was not what I'd call a triumph, a gigantic learning curve would be a more accurate description. It really was pretty poor.

I'm glad I have improved as I went on!  That cake was rubbish but I was delighted with it at the time.  

I thought I'd pile a heap of photographs of past cakes into a post so that they are all gathered together somewhere. There are several cakes missing from this collection, hidden in the computer and I can't locate them.  Many of these cakes are direct copies of one I saw in a book, some I made up myself. Some where not my cup of tea AT ALL, but it's what was asked of me and I aim to please.  Some cakes went together beautifully, the Postman Pat one was thrown together in about an hour with a stonking hangover (the figures are plastic, I didn't model them). The football T- shirt took far too long,  it was deceptively difficult and I didn't enjoy doing it nor did I like the end result but my friends brother was chuffed and that's all that matters.

(Some of the pics are very shoddy because they were taken with my old phone)

I made the car not the cake it went on

plastic dinosaurs

Now I'm all caked out, which is a good thing as Mini Cuckoo is four weeks old on Wednesday (that went quick!) and I want to get into some of my old clothes and so I have to go on a little bit of a diet.  Boo! I don't want to but I can't really wear yoga pants and leggings forever now can I?  Why put off the inevitable.  At some point I'll be so miserable with myself that I'll go on a diet anyway, may as well shorten the length of misery time, hey?  Also, remember me saying I am terribly vain?  Well, there you have it.  At least I'll be in a healthy BMI in a few weeks and that can only be applauded, Right?  Wish me luck!

xxx

ps.  Say "leggings" ten times, isn't it a funny word!