18 May 2019
I decided to bake something different today, a lemon drizzle cake and some almond buns. This would be an incredibly easy task for Mary Berry but it was going to be quite a challenge for someone like me. I was going to have to concentrate and do everything very carefully.
I had just made the basic cake mix when Paul burst into the kitchen and asked me to look after Rick while he disposed of a dead pigeon. He didn’t actually see Rick kill it, and Rick insisted it was the neighbour’s cat but the feathers sticking out of his mouth suggested otherwise. Rick looked at me with innocent eyes while I got back to the baking. I poured the cake mix into the pan before realising that I had forgotten to add the lemon zest. After re-mixing and repouring I was back on track.
I added the crushed almonds and chopped apricots to the other half of the cake mix and....what the? I looked out of the window in disbelief. Paul had climbed a ladder and was half way up the big poplar tree, hanging on with one hand and waving a saw in the other. How the heck was I supposed to be able to concentrate on baking surrounded by all these distractions.
The cakes all seemed to turn out okay but I might just stick to rock buns in future.