While the Florentine flapjacks and the ‘healthy’ pear and almond loaf were pretty tasty, I have to admit that they weren’t the most demanding bakes I have ever attempted. Therefore I decided to try something a little more complex this week and remind myself yet again that I do have some baking skill.
It’s safe to say that some of my blog posts this season haven’t quite gone to plan, and this instance is no exception. However, in this instance that might not be such a bad thing! Ladies and gents I give you what is literally a heart attack in a bite: the double chocolate orange caramel ‘monster’ cake!
From Jaffa Cakes to Nutella, it’s safe to say I am piling the sugar in for these blog posts and, even though my jeans might disagree, not a single part of my is even slightly sorry. While this recipe in particular is definitely geared towards those with a sweet tooth and could fall into the borderline health risk category, it is absolutely delicious and I would modestly recommend it.
After taking a week off I have to admit that my lack of posting is very much met with a ‘sorry, not sorry’ attitude. I can, in some ways, try and redeem myself in the sense that I was at least baking myself in the Spanish sun (but my attempts to tan merely resulted in some fairy questionable burn lines), but I cannot make any claim of doing anything more than being thoroughly lazy. While I could go on to make many more smug comments about going to Fib Festival, I will move on before it turns into a 1000 word long ramble and turn to what we’re all here for, Jaffa Cheesecake.
While they may not necessarily appear to be the most typical bake for a celebration, to me, my cranberry, pistachio and whiskey biscotti are somewhat of a mile stone and, more importantly, mark the end of my attempts to bake with no sugar.
After a week of offering you something slightly healthier, I thought for this post I would offer you something a little more true to form. Unlike my healthier honey gingerbread, it is safe to say there is nothing even remotely slimming about my traybake this week. But, being modest as per, it is still pretty good!
In the wise words of the cookie monster, ‘C is for Cookie, that’s good enough for me’. And, unfortunately for Hayley, it’s going to have to be good enough for her too. My decision to make Hayley a cookie cake for her 23rd birthday was, however, not solely sparked by my desire to use what is the most overused quote in blog posts about cookies, but because I have been meaning to try it for ages. And if you have ever had a birthday cake from Millie’s Cookies, you will understand why. Let’s put it this way: if it’s anywhere near as good as the original Hayley is going to have to make a dash with it before I stop plucking my eyebrows, start taking some testosterone supplements for a more gruff sounding voice and dye myself blue as an excuse for petty cake theft.