It is not exactly a secret that I love cake. I think the news may just – just – have slipped out. But this is not a shameful confession, this is no love behind-closed doors, this blog post shouldn’t really be titled “Guilty Pleasure”… because we can all love cake. Whether it’s the shop-bought Jamaican Ginger cakes that I used to scoff with lashings of Birds custard or the first fairy cakes that I baked with my granny, birthday cakes with candles I found impossible to blow out, or a hefty slice of victoria sponge and a piping hot cup of tea on a tiring day out, cake, for me, is kind of a big deal.
But not all cakes are baked equal. Whilst I love them all, pretty much, there are some that inspire the same cooing noises as bonfire night fireworks and the same longing stares as a picture of Robert Pattison biting his lip and looking moody. These are cakes that practically force you to go “oooooooh” and I adore them.
Here are three examples of cakes that made me gasp, one of which, excuse me for blowing my own trumpet, I baked myself. The first cake was baked by friend and natural-born-foodie Laura, for a birthday bonanza and is of course, the crack fox from Mighty Boosh. And just who wouldn’t love a crack-fox for their special day? It is hard to explain quite how big this cake was, just how gorgeous it smelled or how perfect the sugar craft is. Laura, I applaud you, you are a chef-extraordinaire.
These woolly little cakes may not taste entirely amazing but WOW! They are so cute and so inviting. They were knitted for me by Mother-in-Law-to-be, Leonie, and every single time I see them they make me smile. Each cake is different and perfect in it’s own way – complete with a knitted cherry and knitted hundreds and thousands. Utter, wonderful, knitted yumminess.
The only possible downside of having these woolly cupcakes in my lounge is that they remind me, on a daily basis, that I am a shockingly bad knitter and it has taken me two years and counting and I still haven’t finished knitting my fiancé’s scarf. Not that he’d ever want to wear such an itchy, holey old rag, but still!
And finally, this tower of chocolate psychedelia is a cake I baked for my boss’s leaving do last Friday. It was pretty tall, a bit odd and covered in all manner of chocolate drops, sprinkles and giant buttons and once cut revealed rainbow layers of e-number ridden sponge. From carrying it into work and hearing passers-by yell: “nice cake love!” to the grinning school boy who sat next to me on the bus and gave me a would-you-mind-awfully-if-I-had-a-teeny-bite-smile the cake was giving off oooh and aaaahhh vibes all day long. It even helped spawn a new word – a cake-o-tunity: an oppurtunity to eat cake – a wonderful word if ever there was one.
Have you got a cake that always makes you swoon? Have you been baked a cake as trippy as the crack fox? Is there anyone in the world who doesn’t love Jamaican Ginger Cakes? Seriously?