Cake. Food of the gods.


I made one. A new and interesting one. Orange blossom and chopped apricot and while it is technically for Chris’s birthday next week (even if he gets it a few days early) because I managed to break the stupid thing in half as I was taking it out of the tin, I’ve had a taste. Damn, I’m GOOD. I shall ice it in the morning and take it over to his place after I’ve had lunch and a walk with my mum in Abingdon.