I didn’t expect much from 2013, just another year grinding away in the same old job 11 hours a day, a bit of commuting and then all my ‘real life’ squeezed in to the periphery. I knew I was fed up, I even hoped that I would be made redundant to spur me into changing my life, but each round of redundancies left me untouched, sitting, staring at my wall of computer screens.
OK, so it falls short of sky-diving or bungee-jumping, but as I am trying new things I decided it was high time I baked my first Christmas cake. Considering I spend as much time shopping for food and preparing it as I do sleeping, it’s odd that I haven’t made one before. My 5 year old son wanted to help and dragged his little step ladder over to the kitchen island to ‘help’. As he is getting to grips with his maths these days, the digital scales could have been educational, except he decided that all measurements needed to be done to the gram, so the weighing took a while! Chopping the glace cherries was a thankless task as he ate them as quickly as I could chop them, but we got there in the end. He helped me mix it all up and best of all the three tablespoons of brandy in the recipe made him turn his nose up at the leftover cake mixture – a bit of a treat for me as I don’t normally get near the bowl.
Top tip I had been given was to tie brown paper folded four times around the outside of the cake tin to stop the cake burning. Hadn’t heard of that before but it worked a treat! Pretty pleased with the results.