I was a bit nervous about the Victoria Sponge. A poxy 8" version would look a bit mean-spirited, but I have never made a larger one. So on Saturday morning, I did what any sane baker would do and trusted in my lucky spatula. I weighed seven eggs, and used the same amount of butter, sugar and flour, bit of baking powder and vanilla extract and bunged the mix in two 9" rascals. It was a fraught time once they were in the oven but the lucky spatula trick worked and the sponges turned out fine, much to my relief and surprise. I also decided to do an additional cake. A moment of madness, but it was Mrs Growlers birthday just a week or so ago and her beloved hamster expired on the very day. So I also did a lemon buttermilk bundt cake with the amazing icing that Milli used on her sour cream cake last week at cake club. Cheers Milli! And RIP Hamlet.
Filling and decorating the I'm a giant cakes took a while. I was disappointed with the blueberry ones - they didn't look as good as I wanted because the icing didn't behave and I didn't have time to rectify it. But the others, I was pretty happy with. And I thought Growlers birthday Victoria Sponge looked a treat.
Green Fig. Seriously, if you need caterers, get these people in. I want them to cater my life. I was tempted to wrestle people to the ground to get a second helping of the scallops wrapped in prosciutto. There was also a bar where Oscar conjured up mojitos, margeritas and martinis to order. If you're partial to a martini, get yourself a martini vespa pronto. It has changed my life. After a couple of these, I like to think I was being all sophisticated when I was talking to Tiff and her husband who sell clothes worth getting pregnant for. In reality, I was probably slurring like a good un but they were both far too polite to show their horror. Anyway Tiffany said she's developing a non-maternity clothing line too. I can't wait.
PS. There will be no official cake tasting this week due to the call of the North again. Normal service resumes next week.