Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Just call me Nigella

No birding today, but check this out!

Oh. My. God.

Yes, I - that's me, moi - made a cake! I followed a recipe and everything. Measured stuff. Using scales, and tiny weeny spoons. From start to finish, I did it all. I used the beater thing as well, for the first time ever. I worked out how to insert the metal beaty things, and even went up to FULL POWER, whereupon bits of cake mixture went on the wall. A minor inconvenience, and fifty minutes later Chateau Lethbridge is permeated by the aroma of warm cake. And do you know what? It was easy! Piece of cake. And I did it without an apron.

This is proper domesticity. This is a level beyond vacuuming and emptying the bins. Washing, pah! Dusting, pah! No, it is all about HOME BAKING. I have been running this house, doing all manner of domestic rubbish, for over ten months now, and yet with a feeling of emptiness, of merely going through the motions. Repetitive tedium. This is what was missing. Baking.

I had been imagining earning in excess of two-trillion brownie points and going out birding from now until 2012. Turns out Mrs L does not like Banana and Walnut cake. Stands to reason really, as she doesn't like bananas. Don't know why I didn't think of that. Still, I expect the kids will eat it, and I have had three slices already. There is something about warm cake, can't quite put my finger on it...


  1. That is indeed an amazing looking cake.

    Seeing that cake and kbnowing it's in London, it seems almost a shame that I'm up in Norfolk this weekend.

    Oh wait, no it doesn't :-)

  2. you reckon there will be some left by the weekend?

  3. Baking can indeed be most satisfying. I had a brief obsession myself once but rarely seem to have the time lately.
    We have one of those bread makers and use it regularly but I find the loaves too small and don't last anywhere near as long as you'd like them to.