Ok, I know I said I wasn’t going to make a cake this year because I’m the only one who ever eats it, so even using the smallest tin I owned, there was still a lot going to waste, but how could I not? Specially when I found an even smaller tin (15cm) on Ocado. So, I made cake again this year, going back to the loving arms of Nigella, after cheating disastrously on her last year, going over to Rachel Allen, which had the misfortune of being the most disgusting Christmas cake I have ever made (whereas you can never go wrong with a Nigella Christmas cake).
This year I went with her Nigella Christmas recipe (lurve that book!), which is a little different from her How to be Domestic Goddess and Feast recipes, but not too different, in fact I have every confidence it’ll taste even better, it certainly smelt amazing as I was making it and it’s in the kitchen cooling down as I type and . . . I . . . want . . . to . . . eat . . . it . . . right . . . NOW! Having said that I generally want to eat my Christmas cake straight away, I should learn and massively bulk buy on dried fruits and simultaneously cook Jane Brocket’s delicious fruit cake at the same time, just to satisfy my fruit cake urges right now, as Jane Brocket’s fruit cake is most definitely fruit cake, as definitely as it is not Christmas cake (hmmm, a quick check through the blog and I see that I did end up making both last year, as I’d brought too much dried fruit, shame that upon making a significantly smaller cake this year, I managed ok on smaller packets of dried fruit and don’t have any left over, reading that blog post though, so that Allen cake had dried apricots in it, dried apricots in a Christmas cake? Much as I love dried apricots, no wonder it was disgusting! I should have known better!)
So, I’m in a very happy kitchen-y mood right now, me and my kitchen have not been getting along recently and I’ve done hardly any proper cooking since Girl Lacer’s birthday back at the end of October and I’ve missed it. It’s always amazing how contented a spot of baking can make you, all those delicious smells wafting through the flat!
The cake was ready to come out of the oven just before bedtime, Boy Lacer was hanging round the kitchen and he sees me take the cake out of the oven,
“What you make?”
“Cake.”
“Who’s birthday is it?” (see that’s how infrequently I bake these days).
“It’s nobodies birthday, it’s a Christmas cake.”
“Who’s birthday is it?”
“Well, um, I suppose some people would say it’s Jesus’ birthday. Do you know who Jesus is?”
“No.”
At which point Girl Lacer, who is in the bath, in the next room, chips in “I know who baby Jesus is.”
“Ok, who is baby Jesus?” I ask.
“THE SON OF GOD”
“Very good and do you know who Mary is?”
“Jesus’ mummy.”
“And who’s Joseph?”
“Jesus’ daddy.”
“But I thought you said God was the daddy?”
“Yes, but Joseph has to be daddy to, as he’s married to Mary, so he’s got to be.”
There you go, morality according to a six year old.
Boy Lacer on the other hand was more concerned about who was going to eat the cake.
“Mummy, daddy, Girl Lacer not eat all the cake ok?”