I’m sorry. I have been blogging for six years and despite writing only sporadic posts over the last several months, I have not had even the slightest bit of decent courtesy to explain that I haven’t been cooking because my kitchen is broken.
But it’s true. My kitchen is broken.
In times well past, there was once a family kitchen complete with unidentifiable fridge and very raidable cupboards.
But then something terrible happened. We ran out of wine.
Oh. Sorry – no. Getting sidetracked. It was something much, much more terrible than even that.
We lost the plot.
We couldn’t find it anywhere.
We were totally devastated.
It was so bad, we soon realised there was only one thing that could possibly save us now.
But the baking gods were against us …
… and our kitchen was still falling down …
… and there was nowhere to put a cake pan.
But sometimes you just have to laugh in the face of impossibility (and ceiling dust and plaster dust and all the other sorts of dust that hang in the air and make you cough lots), especially when there’s a birthday …
… and especially when your 8-year-old daughter is determined …
… to bake some Spludge.
Go visit Madmu for the recipe.
You’ll make her day if you leave her a comment there. She’s one excited little baker-blogger!