I was taking this photo of my sad cake just as The Wah came through the door. He assuaged my disappointement with a jaunty "That's okay - it's an upside-down cake!".
He went off for a quick shower, then started rummaging about in the kitchen.
"What's the date today?" he yelled.
"The thirteenth!" I hollered back.
"Hmm, I'd better eat these eggs then."
Now imagine my life as a movie. There I am, tapping away on my computer in the BatCave (the study here at Chez Clumsy). It's at this point that I look directly up from my screen at the wall, looking exactly at the spot where a camera would be pointed directly at me for a close-up of the lightbulb moment that I have just had.
"The eggs!" I cried. "I forgot to put in the eggs!"
No WONDER the fracking cake had crumbled like Australia's top batting order on the recent tour of India.
Luckily the Wah, ever the gracious partner-in-life, was able to add these crucial ingredients in post-baking. Still, I think he may have been taking the piss:
Somehow I can't imagine Nigella Lawson making these kinds of elementary mistakes. Then again, Nigella probably hadn't pulled an all-nighter at the Impro Mafia Christmas party, and was suffering madcap-shenanigan-induced brain paralysis.
Now, anyone for some crumbs of butter cake and tea?
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