My mother is a great baker, she herself will admit that baking comes much more naturally to her than cooking. In all my memory I can only count her baking disasters on one hand. Last night I was able to come home a little earlier than usual and thought it would be a nice treat for my daughter and myself to make something yummy. I was tempted to buy a ready-made cake or one of those cake-in-a-box varieties and just decorate it, but my daughter wouldn't let me off so easily. I phoned my mother for her recipe for vanilla sponge cake, bought all the ingredients, some caramel and a very cute container that had four different types of sprinkles. Alas, only half the tin of caramel was left by the time the cake was ready for decorating - my thighs scream for mercy. Our first disaster came when seperating the eggs, one had far outsayed its recommended time in the fridge, and boy did it reak. After a quick dash to the nearest cafe, we were back on track. We followed the instructions but didn't have a blender, so we mixed as best as we could by hand. We used the convection setting on the microwave to cook the cake. Baking time was 20 minutes, but after that the centre was still runny. I put it back in for another 10 minutes and still no luck, after a further 20 minutes it was time to admit defeat and make the best of a bad situation. We scopped the still moist centre out and cut up the remains of the cake. It was still delicious but domestic godess i am not - I don't think I inherited that baking gene.
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