Bob’s Favorite cake at Halloween: Barmbrack

This is a pretty foolproof cake to make and we love it in our house

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Ingredients

  • 375 g (13oz) packet of mixed dried fruit
  • 250 ml (9fl oz) cold tea
  • butter, for greasing
  • 225 g (8oz) plain flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 125 g (4½oz) soft light brown sugar
  • 1/2 tsp mixed spice
  • 1 large egg
  • a ring, to place inside (optional)

Method

  • Place the mixed dried fruit in a bowl and pour over the cold tea. Allow to soak overnight.
  • Preheat the oven to 170°C (325°F/Gas 3). Grease and line a 900g (2lb) loaf tin.
  • Combine the flour, baking powder, sugar and mixed spice in a mixing bowl. Make a well and break in the egg, then use a wooden spoon to mix it with the dry ingredients. Add a little bit of the liquid from the mixed fruit and mix it through. You may not need all the liquid,but the mixture should be wet rather than dry.
  • Stir in the mixed fruit until everything is thoroughly combined. Add the ring and stir through. Spoon the wet dough into the lined loaf tin, place on the middle shelf in the oven and bake for 1 hour.
  • Remove from the oven and allow to cool slightly before removing from the loaf tin and placing on wire rack.
  • This is the tricky bit; Cover in cling film and foil and allow to sit for 1–2 days before cutting into it.
  • But in our house it is eaten as soon as it is cold enough to put butter on it.

Bob’s Diary: Ellie gets paid.

It turns out my dream wasn’t that strange.

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Ellie went missing for a couple of hours but I found a letter from Mr. Breeze. She had a job to do. It concerned Odd Socks but the good news is she would be paid for it in

 

 

Biscuits made by Tulip or Isabella, I  hope. This proves that patience does pay.

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Isabella for bob

Flash Fiction: Flying Cakes.

 

Dear Kate,

Chris is lying in hospital.

The doctors don’t know what hit him. That is the trouble.

I know you are only 6,000 miles away but it might as well be the moon in moments of crisis.

I could do with a hug or a smack, I don’t know which would be best. You, as usual, would know and administer the necessary action.

How do I do it? I am married the sum total of five weeks, happy at last, and wham: my husband is lying unconscious on a hospital trolley. The fight for a proper bed is constant.

Right here we go, deep breath, the story begins like this.

I have been trying to impress him.

I’ve sorted his house, scrubbed and cleaned it until it has become so clean and sterilized it is a no go area for any insect or germ.  His wheezy chest has vanished. We are both delighted with his incredible stamina and energy. No need for details your vast imagination can sort that area out with delight, no doubt.

To celebrate I decided to bake his favorite, double chocolate fudge cake.

Me, bake? Why ever not? I decided to go for it. I bought the necessary ingredients and cake tin. Then I followed the recipe carefully. Placed it in the oven and went to watch my favorite tv program.

One hour later the smoke alarm woke me. I opened the back door, windows, skylights. I pulled the offending item from the oven. It was double all right, double burnt and hot. My burning fingers begged for mercy so I pegged it out the back door. This was followed by an awful sound.

I raced out. There Chris was, lying flat on his back and the hissing, smoking cake beside him. I called for help.

Checked no one was about then heaved the offending item even further away and there you go. What to do next? Please help.

 

Your loving but needy friend,

Maria

Bob’s Diary: Party Sorted

Thanks Denise Esther and Jennifer for your suggestions,  I think the problem is sorted. See  Maria’s account below:

The Party Invitation Problem:

Breeze was  so excited, he  was jumping up and down. On the fourth jump he was frightened by a loud voice shouting. “Stop!  Breeze stop jumping now.”

He paused mid jump by clinging to the trunk of the tree closest to him.

He scowled. It was his best friend, Tulip, who happened to be a fiesty fairy.

Tulip pointed her finger at him . He landed on the ground with a loud whup!

Breeze said, “You are scary for a fairy.” He giggled at the rhyme.

“Huh, we sent our invitations a month ago for our Fairy Tea Party, what did I get today?”

Breeze puffed out his chest. “An invitation to the Ogres Afternoon Tea Party. It’s on the 12th.”

“I know. It can’t be. We are having our party on the 12th.”

Breeze scratched his chin. “Two parties, well…”

“Exactly we won’t have a full table, neither will you.” Her loud voice drew a crowd of onlookers because Fairies never lost their temper.

“Well then there is only one thing to do..” Breeze said.

“Cancel the Ogres party.”

Breeze shook his head. “No.”

“YOU will!” She roared, frightening the wind. It stopped, changed direction and raced away.

“No need, we will have one giant party.”  Breeze said.

Before Tulip could say anything. The crowd cheered.

Breeze smiled. “There you go problem solved. I need to go. I must tell the others to make some fairy cream pies.”

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I’m going to sneak in and watch the fun, I will post the report after the event.

Thank you,  Bob