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