I seem to be in trading in cakes more often these days. Cakes to say 'thank you', cakes to say 'thinking about you', cakes to say 'congratulations!'. Cakes in exchange for cakes recently did a fair trade on a lemon polenta for a ginger loaf. What a marvellous currency. Haven't it tried it to get petrol yet. Or to the hairdresser? Today of the vast array of cakes on display I had a taste of the beauty that was the blueberry, vanilla and sour cream creation.
My mother and I are making some huge pavlovas for a dinner on the weekend - enough to feed 30-40 men. Hopefully they will revel in eating a cloud - although one did sniff recently that he doesn't like cream. A colleague inspired me today when we were brainstorming saying why not cross it with an Eton Mess - mix hokey pokey, raspberries, cream into a swirl on top of the pavlova with more raspberries drizzled over?
Don't ever regret anything that made you smile!
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