(Yeah, I know it should be hopes may rise on the, but Carlisle means nothing to me, oh Vienna)
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Sunday, 13 November 2011
Cakey pigs
Today I made a cake. My first EVER cake since rock cakes, 1981 Home Ec lesson, when Miss Patrick shouted at me. Can't be sure as my memory is not quite that good but she usually did (forgot apron, forgot to put oven on, forgot to bring tin to take cakes home in - take your pick). Anyway here is something I learned - making one 9 inch, iced Victoria sponge with buttercream filling took nearly THREE packs of butter, three-quarters of a jar of raspberry jam and a vast amount of icing and caster sugar. Jeez. I preferred it when I didn't know and shoved my mum in law's cakes in my gob in blissful ignorance...
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