Cake. That's right, today's blog post is about cake. I was racking my overworked (no, really) brains for a blog post subject, and all I could think about was cake. It may have something to do with the fact that there is a distinct aroma of freshly baked lemon drizzle cake wafting through the house. I don't make cake particularly often, but I do think that no shop-bought cake can ever compare with a home-baked one. That's not to say I won't eat shop-bought - I'm not a purist, and I like cake.
I know people who can construct fantastical confections that not only look like they were magicked out of a fairy tale, they taste good, too. I'm not one of them, sadly. If you mention icing to me, I start getting that deer in the headlights look and frantically inventing reasons why I can't make cake after all. Icing for me comes in two categories - the Dentist's Dream (toothbreakingly hard), and Spoon Required (running off the cake). That said, I can make basic, delicious cake - they may not look like much, but they taste pretty good. From banana, to date and walnut, to bakewell tart (no icing - just strategically placed almonds), if I use a trusted recipe, it rarely fails. And the slaving over a hot stove (look, that's my story and I'm sticking to it, alright?) is all worth it when Him Indoors gets home and his eyes light up at the sight of the cake. The way to a man's heart is, without question, through cake.