We are a weird lot.
Sometime in mid afternoon, I pause to drink coffee with Ed (do not infer from this that Ed drinks coffee – he does not; beguilingly, he sleeps through most of our encounter). But it is a fleeting (if warm and pleasant) thing. After, I go on to finish all shopping that has to be done in anticipation of Thursday and I go home to complete The Promise.
The Promise is no great wonder – only a childhood cake (mind you, not my childhood; no parent baked anything ever during my childhood) that has been on the list of “can you please bake this again” cakes that my daughters present me with when they come for a visit.
I’m not sure when we are supposed to eat this (there are so many other items that must make an appearance), at the same time that I am sure that it will be eaten. Christmas time is like that: some things you can count on, others – you must wait and see.
[Written while listening to the strains of Clare College: the Holly and the Ivy, our favorite holiday CD.]
Loved the turkeys and the relaxed condo with cake! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteWarmest wishes to you and yours for a very merry Christmas. Your blog has been a gift that keeps on giving.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas! We weren't listening to Christ Church hymns, rather watching the 100 Best of Everything at Christmas on BBC. It was church of a different sort for us. Much love from all of us here in Oxford.
ReplyDeleteSurely you didn't think you could post that and not mention the recipe at all? Sometime in the New Year, when you have a moment, I'd love to have it... that cake looks exactly like the kind of thing my little ones would love, too, and we have a tradition of cake-baking for January 6, so I have a little time yet to decide what kind it will be!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a lovely, merry Christmas!