Sunday, 29 April 2007

Self Saucing Pudding


We were given a bag of freshly picked passionfruits, and with all my training as "chef's little helper", I thought I'd just whip up a cake as I waited for my lasagne to bake.

I beat that little cake with my bare hands, no mix masters or hand held electric mixers - no no no, this was Country Woman's Association style. So when it had been in for 15mins and had achieved a text book golden brown colour I flipped it out onto the cooling rack, trying to exceed myself by not leaving wire marks on the cake's surface. I noticed that it was squishy but took that for spongy or moist - as B used to say. But before I could gloat: 'Just Call Me Martha', a tsunami of cake batter came flooding towards me. Needless to say Mum and PJ were in hysterics.

3 comments:

Sam said...

ha ha ha! I'm guessing there was no way to recover that one?! still... cake is cake in my book! xx

Anonymous said...

I was able to heartily laugh at the tsunami...until it set like a post lava spill (geophysically recognised as granite) on the kitchen bench for the next day scrape-off! However, Candice's imagination saved the day...and we ate the 'second cook-off' with great cheers of "well done you"!

Barry said...

nice trick bokkie - wouldnt call it a flop, but we all know flops taste the best by far anyway. I've sent another letter / parcel over with a couple of surprises and yes, even a hand written note, you lucky thing. take care kiddo.