It is official: I have made one of the ugliest cakes that I have ever seen. It all started out with very good intentions. Christmas food is finally eaten, the last slice of cake gone, the last of the biscuits away. That means I can return to baking, without the nagging feeling of you should be finishing this.
After a happy hour browsing through, my staple, How to be a Domestic Goddess (which I have to say I rather think I am already) I settled upon a Marzipan Fruit Cake. Perfect! Nigella even says that it is her favourite fruit cake in the entire world. I would beg to differ: but that is only because she hasn't tried one made to my Grandma’s recipe. Nigella's recipe sounds promising and, best of all, I get to use up all stuff left over from Christmas. Christmas truly has finished. So I kind of follow Nigella’s recipe, substituting here and there with whatever I find in the store cupboard…
A day later (yes a day: you have to freeze the marzipan overnight) voila…
The ugliest cake I have ever made. It looks nothing like Nigella’s, but I did make so many substitutions that, perhaps, I shouldn’t be surprised. It was also the strangest mixture to work with…
We weren’t able to follow Nigella’s advice to leave it for a week to mature, we dived straight in. And you know what? It tasted a whole lot better than it looked!
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