Well, it's been a while but I'll keep it short as I am so unashamedly tired and a touch cranky, as typically now I have slowed down and relaxing I appear to have developed a head cold, therefore I am feeling quite sorry for myself. Anyway, yes it has been busy; there has been a Pot Of Gold Cake, an 18th birthday cake, my sister-in-laws wedding (I did not make the wedding cake, my other sister-in-law made that, however I did make a ridiculous amount of Cup-cakes, cheesecakes and fancies for the wedding including my trademark 'magic mushrooms') plus my most excellent creation yet - a fried breakfast cake, complete with mug of tea and edible cutlery. If you don't believe me, check out the gallery...well.... go on, I'm not telling you anymore, I'm ill, i'm off to bed. Enjoy x
Sooooo lets moan as it's stupid o'clock and I can't sleep, all I have is four mini vegetable samosas for company, and lets face it, they just wont last. Yesterday, another busy day, my James Hetfield Explorer guitar went out the door around noon and so I thought I
should go shopping. Of course, what else would a woman do with a few hours to
kill but shop (retail therapy is good for the soul) even if it was only the supermarket...? Plus it gave my husband some quiet time to get some writing done without me barking at him. So off I tootled to the shops – Asda by the Molineux; not been there for a while, thought it was worth a look. I was right, after an hour or two I had crammed my trolley with a month's load of shopping and baby clothes (bibs and tops thanks to the never ending drool caused from teething). I get to the checkout and start to unload my trolley – only to have that awful feeling: Did I pick up my bank card? Yes, you would think I would have my bank card in my purse wouldn't you? You would be wrong, my husband keeps it... Foolish I know, but in my infinite wisdom, when he has my card I have no need for a bag or purse thus removing all responsibility from me. All I have to remember is the baby, and so far 'baby brain', which really does exist, or I have just dyed my hair far too many times and the chemicals have taken effect. So on checking my purse I had £30 in cash and no card. I huffed and puffed and threw items back into my trolley and stormed off down a quiet aisle to ring my husband and check I had left the card at home; of course I had. I just needed to bellow at someone; wrong someone. His come backs are usually far quicker than mine (at the moment), so then I huffed and puffed some more and not so promptly emptied out half the contents of the trolley in order to be able to get the 'essentials' with the cash I had on me. How flipping infuriating. I think I was more annoyed that my husband could not get on my motorbike, ride down to me and hand me the card grrrrrr. It's riding lessons and 'L' plates for him shortly I feel.
Any way, after the furore I get home (only to be laughed at) and start mixing up a lemon sponge for a friend's party tonight and a Madeira for a Halloween cake I’m working on. Lemon sponge, came out lovely as always, Madeira – well, I put it in a pudding bowl didn't I, for it to form the shape I wanted, I tested it before I took it out the oven, skewered in several places, it seemed fine. Once cooled I turned it out onto my wire rack, only to have the middle pour out like a volcano, it wasn't cooked at all, how ridiculous, how did I not see that... I blame the hair dye, I've been red for so long, my brain is now peroxide blonde. Anyhow, second cake mixed and cooled, came out fine.
Oooh better make my rant quick, the samosas have gone and my cup of tea is running on empty, which means I had better do something a little more constructive with my early start and decorate a cake... So the final thing to round off my irritating day was being pooped on. Yes, my son, sat on my lap, made some almighty toe curling noises from his nethers only for me to feel a touch damp. I lift him, I see his trousers appear wet, as do mine, I go to change him to find some rather impressive nappy-matter running down his leg... which ended up smeared into his sock and at point of nappy change, on my husbands side of the bed. Ah well, at least I could take my trousers off.... not changed the bed linen yet, it's rather hectic being a
I have lived and dreamed cakes for the last few days, from the moment I awoke till when I slept (which was few and far between with a teething baby) it has been back to back so far this week, with the boxing gloves, Lego Jack Sparrow cake which measured an impressive 18inches long and now the James Hetfield Guitar cake which I plan to finish later today, another proud cake stretching corner to corner on a 24inch board. I have however yet to put the bridge, frets and then the fiddly bit of icing on the strings, which could all go horribly wrong without a steady atient hand, and I feel I am far from patient today thanks to very little sleep, fun. Anyway, after today I shall be working on some Halloween creations to put on the website which will be available to order prior to the big night, however my normal bespoke service will still be available for those that want something that little bit different, I thrive on different ;)
OoooOoooh I should mention that I will also be doing a free Halloween cake give-away open to those within the West Midlands catchment area which will also include a copy of one of my husbands signed horror novels.
Errrrrrm what else is happening, well, cake wise, I play to have a 'From the Gate' section which will allow you to purchase and pay for normal tea-time treats and fancies such as Victoria
Sponges, Tripple Chocolate Layer cake, Lemon Drizzle Cake, fairy or cup cakes etc etc available from the door within 42hours of placing your order – you can either pay online or cash on collection.
Right, best get off, cake to finish and then sometime in the not too distant future, I may get out of this kitchen...
Attempt the impossible in order