As an overly alliterative partner to the Kir Royale treble clef birthday cake I made a few weeks back, this cake was asked for for another member of the same family, and I’m slightly relieved to say it also didn’t disappoint.
For the first time in a while I can proudly admit that a decision to do a post isn’t entirely random and last minute. Not only had I been a questionable friend in forgetting to make cake for not one, but two of my best friends’ birthdays, one of the girls I was closest to at work finally managed to escape and find a new job so I felt there was cause for celebration all around! So after joking about bringing a bottle of bucks fizz to work I landed on these cupcakes as, I will admit, a somewhat reluctant alternative. But hopefully they were worth it!
While I was really excited when one of my friends from work asked me to make her daughter’s birthday cake, it’s safe to say I was also slightly apprehensive since I haven’t really made anything that requires any major decorative finesse in a while. And since it was also for her 18th birthday, I felt I really did need to pull out the stops.
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.
In the last Sunday before my Tough Mudder, I admit defeat by breaking my no sugar streak in utter style. This, of course, could only be done by choosing something that is basically full of the stuff. To be honest, I think this is probably quite a good representation of my training levels in general; I started out with good intentions but, in the end, I’m not actually sure how much further along the fitness lines I really am! But think of it this way, this is at least the penultimate time you’ll have to hear about it; there is always a silver lining!
This week on the blog I thought I would give you a welcome, or unwelcome, reminder that the countdown to Valentine’s day has properly begun. Although it is a bit of a Marmite holiday I decided that, if nothing else, it is a great excuse for baking. Whether you’re baking for a loved one or comfort eating your single status away, these cookies are pretty much perfect in either instance.
Although I usually class myself as semi-decent at baking, in this post I am instead making some claims towards telepathy and the power of reading minds. If you’re anything like me, you will probably look at this post and one ‘word’ will come to mind: ‘eh?’. However it is with reluctance that I admit that this is a pretty good representation of not only this bake, but my entire week. My brain does seem to have been in a semi-fried state for the last couple of days at least, but this is not stopping me from bombarding you with another post where I think it’s a good idea to bake bread in a cake tin.