Ella decided she wanted an orange tonight, so I cut it up for her and then she said no, mum, I wanted it peeled. I couldn’t be bothered peeling it now that it was cut up (too fiddly) so I decided I’d use that orange to make the Orange Cake and I got her another one.
So I very quickly blended the ingredients, poured it into a tin, and went to the shops to take a couple of DVDs back. Then I came home and called my sister. We chatted for a while. Then I went and checked on the cake… no worries, ten minutes to go. So then I decided to check Facebook and saw a link from Ness to this site and followed the links to the blogs of three awesome photographers (see Shooters in my blogroll, ’cause I added them) and spent about two hours looking at some absolutely stunning photographs. Photos of wedding dresses, bridal bouquets, invitations, ’save the date’ cards, flower girls, rings, shoes, fathers of the bride, mothers of the bride, wedding cakes, table decorations, placecard holders, candlabras…
WAIT! DID SOMEBODY SAY ‘WEDDING CAKES’? CAKES! CAKE! OHMYGOD I FORGOT THE BLOODY CAKE!
When I first made this cake my friend Karen asked me if it works with lemons. Yes, it does. And now I can also report that the cake can survive two extra hours in the oven and will not only give you a nice Crusty Orange Cake (I’m not kidding, it’s got an extra thick crust, like a loaf of good Italian bread) but will fill your house with the most delicious burnt citrus scent. I’m going to ice it tomorrow and dish it up for my husband who is pissing himself laughing at the fact that I’m having such an exciting day in the kitchen.
I melted the butter for the cake in the microwave, and absentmindedly left the butter wrapped in its foil wrapper. Five seconds later I had ACTUAL FLAMES in my kitchen.
Before that, I asked him to take some photos of the citrus tart that I made on the weekend, and I asked him to hang on a minute while I artfully dollop some cream on the side:
He was being a complete smart arse with the camera and he aimed the flash right in my face which blinded me for about five minutes. I wish I could blame this mess on my impaired vision but no, I just missed the plate.
I apologize profusely for having inadvertently led you astray! But see why she inspires me? Dang – being able to charge what she does for wedding photography too – a girl can dream right?
I discovered Jessica Claire a while ago, and I love looking through her photos. I got completely sucked in and, as I’m sitting at the opposite end of the house with all the doors closed, I didn’t smell the cake. Oh well, lesson learned. Must Set Timer And Put Timer In My Pocket.