I went out the other evening (shocking I know-nothing very exciting unfortunately-a pre-school committee meeting..) and I came back to the delicious smell of baking!
Hubby had been baking!
Which is lovely.
He made cake AND biscuits.
There I said it. Very quickly, but I said it.
Really don’t want to discourage hubby from becoming the next Paul Hollywood, but maybe a bit more practice is needed.
So, in the time honoured fashion of all things slightly past their best, I took the ‘dead cake’, crumbled it into a pie dish
teamed it up with some ‘dead fruit’ that had been partially gnawed at by Small people and then discarded (I may have sauteed this in a little butter and sugar..)
and smothered the whole lot in custard…
and bunged it in the oven.
Dead Cake Pudding
Pretty yum, and a great way to #stop food waste (that’s my excuse for shoving pudding into my face, and I am sticking with it…)