Okay. New resolution. Must stop getting obsessed with certain things. Lily Vanilli overdose (I, personally, don't think that's possible, but I appreciate you may not agree) on this here little blog at the moment. I apologise. (Not very sincerely).
Anyway, I had a whole Sunday free. So I had to bake something extravagant. And Lily's towering Zebra cake looked so perfect I couldn't help myself. Soon enough I had turned this little East End kitchen upside down and constructed a less than perfect triple layered marble cake covered in vanilla buttercream, and sprinkled with roast pistachios and dried roses. My marbling effect looked nothing like in the book. Nor did my buttercream. But that just means I'll have to try again soon.
It was then that I realised that there were only two of us, faced with a very big cake. I then had the most ridiculous worry that we were going to have to throw it away as we wouldn't get through it all before it became inedible. As if that was going to happen. Sometimes I really do question the workings of my mind. Very strange.