Have I ever mentioned I live with a part-time, wannabe baker? It's not good for the waistline, let me tell you. Every week there's some new temptation for the lunchboxes, and each week it's got worse, with a more varied and delicious and exotic cake.
Last week we had these beauties, which weren't chocolatey enough... they had extra chocolate drops sprinkled in!
This week we have a delicious almond cake (shh, the kids don't know it's almond, or they won't eat it!):
but also, plum cake, which is half demolished already:
As for the cupcakes, well.... like father like daughter. Cakes are attacking me from all directions. I'm on a losing battle here.
These particular beauties followed a conversation with my daughter.
Her: Mum, could I make some cupcakes, please.
Me: Of course. You know where everything is. Go ahead.
Her: But I want to make professional ones.
Me: Go for it!
Her: But I mean professional. I means ones that wouldn't be out of place in a cake shop.
Me: Your cakes always look professional. But ok, make them super professional.
And two hours later, these were the result, with one (the bananas) contributed by another artist member of the family.
I love living with a family of bakers! : )
Go on, help yourself. One won't hurt you!