or Melanie's an idiot
or how to find out your smoke alarm's not working
or reasons why I shouldn't be allowed to do anything when I'm pre menstrual *
I was going to make a chocolate cake but then I realised that I had a jar of my Dad's homemade lemon curd so I thought a lemon cake with lemon curd and (lemon) buttercream filling would be rather nice.
The actual making of the cake went absolutely fine (I hope, I'll let you know how it tastes) and as it was in the oven baking, I made some sugar syrup to put on the cake to help keep it lovely and moist (god, I LOVE that word). For some bizarre reason, rather than standing there and stirring it while the sugar melted, I put it on a medium heat on the hob and wandered through to the living room and sat down for a bit of faffing about**
About 10 minutes later the timer for the cake went and so I hurried through to the kitchen to take the cake out of the oven and was greeted with ... a kitchen FULL of smoke and the smell of burnt sugar - not at all pleasant.
I quickly took the pan off the heat (and remembered to turn the gas off) and stuck it in the sink with the cold tap on and opened the back door to try and get rid of the smoke. My eyes were burning a bit from the smoke and I was coughing quite a lot so I was about to shut the kitchen door when I remembered the cake! It was still in the bloody oven.
Fortunately, it was cooked so I could take it out of the oven. And then I had to try and make some more bloody sugar syrup for the cake.
The pan and the 'sugar syrup'
* is that too much information? tough titties princess
** ok, I admit it, I was pinteresting
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