M.E. and me

If I knew you were comin’ I’d ‘ve baked a cake

Posted on 5/12/2010 at 5:33:10 PM

Basically, I’ve promised  Mr T a cake. In my eyes, this cake will make or break me. It will either improve our relationship, friendship and any other kind of ship you can think of, or destroy it forever.

I’m not going to beat about the bush.

I CANT COOK.

At all.

I consider a pot noodle a gormet meal. I burn crumpets and then run round the kitchen with them on fire.

Not only that, I’m allergic to eggs.

Not only can I not cook, I can’t bake either. I’m the only person that cooks jam tarts, then the mixture won’t stick because there is too little water and then they are suddenly drowned. I regularly burn egg free cakes, jam tarts, biscuits – anything that I attempt to make.

Mr T is also being fairly demanding. He wants a “chocolate and vanilla cake in the shape of a bear head”. WTF!! o.O?!?!? I don’t even know how to draw a bear head let alone re-create it out of a vanilla sponge!

I have a plan though. I’m going to get one of those cake mixtures (I admit defeat already) and just spend the whole baking time on my knees begging it not to burn.

I get the impression that they are fairly easy to use, i’ve made a cheese cake from one of those packets before. It was pretty good if i say so myself.

Failing the packet cake, there’s a greggs down the road. And Mr T shouldn’t complain in my opinion. He’s getting a free cake out of me.