I have made a fairly dreadful - and faintly alarming - cake. There were no giant jelly snakes in Belgium (perhaps St Gudule drove them out), so I couldn't do the "Snakes on a Cake" theme requested. Instead I had to make do with: 2 jelly caterpillars, 4 jelly rats and 3 jelly frogs. I'm calling it "Sewer".
The rats are sitting on brownie .. what? Silt? Let's not make it any worse than it has to be, eh.
(On some previous display of cake crime on these pages someone commented on the incongruous doily use so I feel it incumbent upon me to explain that this is actually a melanine doily, and part of the plate).
I haven't put the requested strawberries on the top yet, nor indeed, do I have the faintest idea WHERE to put them. A problem for tomorrow, that one. I have also made thirty fairly shoddy fairy cakes for school. Fingers sidled in and stared at them half an hour ago and said, disapprovingly
"Mais, tu sais étaler mieux que ça".
(you can ice better than that)
I sent him to bed.
This is all I have tonight. I am empty of everything but buttercream. I have been poured on, got stuck in the Colruyt doorway with three very garulous elderly ladies, had an extremely detailed and naturalistic dream about 'my' agent (we have not actually spoken for nearly a year, since I am too ashamed of the state of my non-novel and she is busy with actual clients who actually write books) telling me that my non-fiction project idea was shit, and earned about fourteen pence writing about hotels. The television is offering me the French presidential candidates debate or 'Blood Diamond'. I am very ready for a day of rat wrangling and having a TEN YEAR OLD, holy mother of Pokemon.
How was your Wednesday?