Big sister’s birthday today, so I sent her a message this morning.
Then I looked around the kitchen and wondered what I would have for smoko, ‘cos all the bikkie tins are empty.
I had some discard sourdough starter, and I’ve never used it to make a cake. Time to experiment – AGAIN! So I made a cake for Adrianne, knowing I wasn’t going to Stratford to deliver it with the Bitza Mitzi having a cracked windscreen.
That really only left three options:
– I eat it,
– Jean eats it,
– We both eat it.
It goes well with a cuppa green tea…
I would have put candles on it if I’d delivered it, Adrianne.