So Friday all day I baked cakes. I made a deadly carrot cake with cream cheese frosting that had your daily fat allowance in one small slice; an orange poppy seed syrup cake dripping with calories; a chocolate fudge cake that could have risen a little higher but once you covered it in fudge frosting was fine; chocolate and peanut squares from the domestic goddess book that and are to die for (and that I have to beat my son away from constantly); and the obligatory fruit cake. I was set.

Oh no I wasn’t, guess who was baking 2 cakes at 7.30 on Sunday morning (lemon syrup and Delia’s chocolate brownies) and we still ran out of cake at 4 on Sunday? These punters are like locusts! I’m not complaining I’m just amazed.

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