My mother, God bless her, is a natural baker. She can turn out a cake in the blink of an eye and it ALWAYS tastes good. Even when the only thing in the fridge is a lump of hard cheese, she can magic a cake out of nowhere.
So why did I not inherit this skill? Over the years I have come to realise that there is no such thing as a Baking Gene, and if there was, then I certainly was somewhere else when it was handed out. Even my Yorkshires are iffy (I could keep the Olympic Ice Hockey team in pucks for a lifetime) and my cakes are, well, not very cakey.
So imagine my surprise and unbounded delight when, after a large bout of insanity struck, I managed to turn out a light fruit cake this week!
OK, it is a little scruffy round the edges but that's totally my fault for rushing the lining of the tin. However, and this is the important bit, it is EDIBLE! And it actually tastes pretty good and there is no need for a gallon of tea to wash it down with either, lol.
Sure it won't ever win any beauty contests. But I made it, and I'm proud of it. So much so that I am taking a chunk of it to mum tomorrow for her to pass judgement on!