Simnel repetition

Being Easter Sunday, it was time to make my second simnel cake. So, after pointlessly walking up to the shops that were all closed, I set to and made the whole house smell deliciously inviting. Eventually the finished cake came out of the oven (Mirinda having licked the bowl and the mixing spoon and anything else she could get her hands on that had cake mix on it) and I had to let it cool before slipping the marzipan over the top and grilling it lightly.

Rather than limit myself to simply putting a load of marzipan balls on top (like last year) I decided to be a little more adventurous. And this is what I ended up with:

It was lovely and moist inside and simply packed with fruity goodness. Fortunately it’s very rich so it’s impossible to eat more than a slice every 12 hours.

By 10pm, we’d eaten half.

Mirinda spent a lot of the day in the garden and she’s made a big difference – so much better than me! We were going to a garden centre but, like Waitrose, Sainsbury’s, Boots, and every other big shop, the garden centres are all having the day in church somewhere. That makes it sound like I’m bothered by it but, to be honest, I’m really not. I quite like a day where virtually nothing is open. It forces you to stay at home or to go out and enjoy the day for the sake of the day and not to go shopping.

Nicktor went to church so I guess you could always do that, although I’d feel a bit of a hypocrite and, of course, I’d never have made the simnel cake. And that would have (really) been a sin.

In case you’ve forgotten the story of the simnel cake, it’s included in this post from last year. The actual cake from last year is here. If you go back and look at last year’s you may notice that it’s very yellow when compared with this year’s model. That’s because I used golden marzipan last year (because it was all they had in Waitrose) and the normal one this year (because it was all they had in Waitrose). Anyway, it tastes the same.