In my other life as a PR supremo/dogsbody, I have the great fortune to work with some brilliant people. And we had the idea recently to hold a weekly bake-off. It was decided as a one on one knockout style competition and as am known to be handy with a whisk I was, unfairly to my competitors, viewed as the one to beat. So after much stress and a rehearsal, I chose a fab cake from
Bbcgoodfood which is always reliable. Was a peanut butter sponge sandwich cake, filled with dulce de leche and peanut butter and topped with
With love from GluttonGirl
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The right time and place
So much of food pleasure is about location and timing. The most obvious example is fish and chips eaten outdoors at the seaside. While I like eating them with my feet in the briney deep, I also like eating them while sitting in a bus shelter trying to keep out if the wind.
And I could think of tons more- cold beer on a summer Friday evening, outdoors. Hot crumpets after a cold long walk. Egg and chips on a Saturday lunchtime with the merest suggestion of a hangover...
To that I will add the first mr whippy of the year, in an urban park, while it is still a bit on the chilly side. For the benefit of any overseas readers I should explain that mr whippy refers to an ice cream bought from a van that plays music, decorated with strawberry sauce and a flake. It's soft in texture and ice cream snobs will tell you that it is high in whale fat and low in proper dairy and real ingredients, and they are right. I am in fact also an ice cream snob but I do love a mr whippy. Regular readers will know my love of the cheap and the processed and it has to be said that mr whippy offers a muted kind of pleasure. Still, on a coldish day in a muddy park in deepest SE London, it tasted pretty good. GluttonBoy had an Oyster- which is a bit weird but at least it wasn't a screwball.
With love from GluttonGirl
And I could think of tons more- cold beer on a summer Friday evening, outdoors. Hot crumpets after a cold long walk. Egg and chips on a Saturday lunchtime with the merest suggestion of a hangover...
To that I will add the first mr whippy of the year, in an urban park, while it is still a bit on the chilly side. For the benefit of any overseas readers I should explain that mr whippy refers to an ice cream bought from a van that plays music, decorated with strawberry sauce and a flake. It's soft in texture and ice cream snobs will tell you that it is high in whale fat and low in proper dairy and real ingredients, and they are right. I am in fact also an ice cream snob but I do love a mr whippy. Regular readers will know my love of the cheap and the processed and it has to be said that mr whippy offers a muted kind of pleasure. Still, on a coldish day in a muddy park in deepest SE London, it tasted pretty good. GluttonBoy had an Oyster- which is a bit weird but at least it wasn't a screwball.
With love from GluttonGirl
Friday, March 11, 2011
It's getting personal...
We have an office bake-off weekly. This week was nutella cake vs giant chocolate cupcake. Both great, but the nutella cake stormed into the lead. I'm competing next week, my fight name is 'the cupcake killer'.
GG
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