The Park….

… Not, ‘my’ park but ‘a’ park… (I was a visitor there today). Got to love a Rumi quote, wherever.

I’m not entirely focused today, having been up at 4am to take the Christmas cake out of the oven. (I know… Stupidity). It was in at a very low temperature, which in my defence was what the recipe recommended. The author said ‘about 5 hours but don’t be surprised if it’s 12’. Bit random? I had been utterly optimistic at the 5 hour point (bed time) only to find a gloop that had not even made up its mind what kind of finished product it might like to gather itself up to be.
I was pleased I’d checked at 11 hours, because it was looking great then. (Maybe my best Christmas cake yet?). Maybe my eyes were not open?

Cakes though… Who really ever really, truly knows that they’re cooked?? Skewers? Pah! I spit on them. (Not literally). Until that Knife of Doom goes in, it’s anybody’s guess I find. Dry or moist you’re scuppered unless you have a handy bowl of custard and some sherry ready (for the trifle).

And, whilst being a domestic goddess at 4am I was able to check the news…

…So anyway, the cake is ok…