Monday, August 1, 2011

oh dear

I had a cake fail on Sunday. The inlaws had suggested they might come down to the mother in law, with their baby who finally got out of hospital, which Axl and I thought was just a bit mad, so we didn't really take it seriously. Then we got a call late Sunday morning that they were on their way.

So I foolishly made an overambitious layer cake, one that needed lots of setting, wobbled it together and briefly refrigerated it, baby under blanket decor on it and all.

Yeah, it didn't survive the trip down to my mother in law's: I thought it would just fall over but it actually fell in half, being dubbed and earth-cake by Axl. The baby's blanketed body fell into the gaping chasm in the middle. It really did look like an earth cake actually, with all those chocolate layers torn open. Sigh.

Then last night I took Olivia to Harry Potter, which I would have enjoyed more if I hadn't been feeling queasy and headachey throughout. I got home to find that Bodhi had vomited salami all over himself in Axl's car and was in bed moaning. Then I got sick later, and woke up every hour to bring up bile for most of the night. I am well purged, today, I can tell you.

Now I have to make a cake for my granny, who is 94 tomorrow. I can't quite face it, I have to admit. Cream. Bleurg.


Ms. Moon said...

Oh my god! I hope you ended up buying a cake! Poor Jo!

Jo said...

No I just made it and undercooked it. So I have to make it again.


Not feeling too hot tonight.

Janine Ashbless said...

Jeez Jo, why are you doing this to yourself?

And in case you need a good reason not to, cooking for a 94-yr-old when you have possible food-poisoning or a virus is generally considered a VERY BAD IDEA IN TERMS OF HEALTH AND SAFETY - you could easily pass it on.

Jo said...

I didn't make it again! And I thought it was over by the time I baked - god, I hope so, that would be a crappy birthday present, quite literally.