We made our way back around the M25 this morning and, realising that all the shops will be closed due to the bank holiday we decided that an in-house activity was very much on the cards - and for me, when we make the decision to 'do something' in the house, that always means baking!
I had a quick rummage in the cupboards, glanced at the calendar, and formulated a plan...
We'd spent the weekend lazing around with family, so I wanted to make a cake that represented that - and frankly, if the weather wants to turn, at best, autumnal then my baking can be something suitable for chilly day.
Deck the halls with bows of holly... fa la la la la, la la la laaa...
Yes, it may be August, but I have started my Christmas cake!
Currently, the dried fruit is sitting in a bowl of brandy, but once I am satisfied that the little shrivelled things have plumped up enough I'm going to start in the rest of the mix.
Having never made a Christmas cake before I'm really rather excited. My mum has always been the one to make our family one. Each year around October she complains that she hasn't started her cake yet, and threatens that this year will be the year that she doesn't bother... but then on Christmas Day, out she comes with a beautifully hand-painted cake. It's may favourite part of the Christmas meal.
Even if my finished article isn't a patch on what my Mum makes, I figure that 3-months of 'feeding' a fruit-cake will turn it into something beautiful and boozy.
So I better get cracking... There's only 120 days until Christmas!
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