turning up we were running around trying to sort out the most suitable lay out for food and getting things prepared, as I realised that quite possibly the BBQ
cake that I had been working on prior to the party (to save me having to do lots of cup-cakes) just may not have been enough, soooo I got the mixing bowl out and whipped up a small batch of lemon flavoured fairy cakes. Not something I would really recommend doing an hour before people turn up, but, I couldn't have a
shortage. So once the lovely citrus smelling little darlings came out of the oven I then had to run out to pick up a friend, leaving my husband alone with the cakes, he did say he would decorate them for me, I became scared. However on my return I walked in to find 20 perfectly decorated cakes, complete with pressed blossom (he had raided a stash of fondant flowers I had painstakingly pressed out a few days ago to put on another cake and had oodles left over) they looked lovely, I breathed a sigh of relief that he had not turned them into some darkly morphed Picaso creation. I was also pleased to see the BBQ had turned up, (recently borrowed by a friend, it had just made it's way back in time for the party – phew!) everything was ready as the guests started flowing in.
We had a lovely evening, so good to see friends that we had not seen for some time. Unfortunately a few could not make it and their presence was missed, but no doubt we shall see them again soon. The weather was perfect, the atmosphere fun. Children running around
following the rabbit and in awe of the ducks, who did not disappoint and added their dulcet tones to the airwaves, along with performing a more adult rated side show halfway through the evening, leaving some little ones asking the obvious, with parents having to create all manner of wonderful stories to explain 'duck loving'. Unfortunately one little girl did feel the razor sharp swipe of Ginger's paw,after she somehow managed to sneakily crawl past our radars and over to the waiting feline, a mistake, one I doubt she will make again.
The famous tomato sausages that I have developed an obsession with went down well with most – admittedly there was the odd coward who just wanted a 'normal' sausage, normal? we don't do normal in this household, but they settled for Cumberland’s none the less. I finally
tried the Black Pudding and Pork Sausage, and to be honest, tasted like standard pork to me, but maybe I should try them again sometime, just to make sure. My husband who had done a sterling performance as chef managed to get the masses fed, admittedly for those that came later through the evening there was a little wait whilst the fresh coals went on, but everything went down well. At the end of the evening we were left with the odd gammon slice and stuffed pepper, all the fairy cakes vanished, along with the mushrooms and jelly – oh the jelly, I had never before used a jelly on a mould. Hmmmm, well, it did take a shape, not the shape of the mould, which was a classic rippled doughnut style, when turned out onto the plate, it slopped
resembling more Mick Jagger s lips than a doughnut, I feel next time, I will have to make a stronger setting version. But, all in all, everything got consumed and the BBQ cake seemed to go down well too, the mini bugs and food dotted around it went down a treat with adults and children alike, followed by lots of compliments on design and taste, so I'm glad I decided to do it.
Anyway, the clean-up operation will begin in a while, once I've had a cup of tea, and then I can continue with the Wolverhampton Wanders cake, to be collected later this evening, better get
the kettle on!