Personally, I don't think that the lady was likely to have uttered the above phrase, but the distance between her lifestyle and that of the wretched masses did not win her any sympathy. Pay heed, residents of the Silo Apartments!
The cake featured above is a little strawberry tea cake that Henry and I managed to cook this afternoon. I knocked off early today as Jen had an obstetrician appointment today. Well... at least Jen thinks that it was an obstetrician that she saw, they don't really introduce themselves, part of an
But enough doctor baiting! I was talking cake, and today in order to satisfy the eager el duce I opened up the cupboard, grabbed the flour and had a think about what we could whip up.
Recipes? Pfft! Amateur hour. Working off an apple tea cake variation that I know well, we got some strawberries, quartered them and had ourselves a decent little cake. As someone who doesn't like any kind of icing, I throw on the streusel as a concession to the sweet toothed members of the clan (that is, everybody but me).
Thankfully, the experiment paid off and we had half the cake knocked off by bedtime. If I am lucky, there may be a few crumbs left for me to lick up when I get home from work tomorrow. No matter, cake exists to be eaten, that's my philosophy. It has served me well for many years.
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