|Cold day but glad to be here, and look at that lake...!|
As I began my (pool) swim today I was hit by a bout of nostalgia. It was brought on by a visit to one of my swimming haunts at the weekend, and whilst I didn't even put so much as a toe in the water (far too cold yet), just being by the water, with the regular crowd (some of who didn't give it up for the winter) had me wishing for the warmer weather to arrive as soon as possible so I could be swimming outside rather than in.
As we (shark and I) were visiting it only seemed right to go along armed with cake. The bar was really high last year. Our fellow swimmers there really know how to bake, and I felt the pressure to pull something great out of the bag (unlikely). We had told Leon and Al (Swimyourswim) that we were coming, and would be bringing cake, so there was no getting out of it. I am relying heavily on Shark as our baking efforts up to date have been 80% hers and a measly 20% mine (she is such a pro, whereas I am not).
I committed to making a sugar free Jaffa Cake cake. I'd not made one before but Shark had (she gave me one to aid my recovery), and armed with the recipe I started. I am actually not too bad at baking, and can usually rustle something edible and I've had no complaints at home. Having said that I have also taught my children great manners and whilst usually knowing they are polite gives me a warm feeling, I'm all of a sudden not confident they have always been completely honest with me.
|FaceTime with Shark.|
Hers and mine.
I am not fastidious about presentation. I don't need to be for I have secret ingredients and real unicorn tears in my cake that promise cake Nirvana. Shark on the other hand pulls it off and sends me a photo of her seasonally decorated cake worthy of a WI rosette. It doesn't really matter though as I shall be turning up at Hatfield and claiming it as a joint effort.
|This is the after shot of Shark's cake. |
My before and after aren't all that different.