Rafa has recently become happy to be in his pram – two weeks ago when we went out with him in it he just wailed ‘I’M ABANDONED, I’M ABANDONED,I’M ABANDONED!!!’ – not relaxing.
It is lovely to carry him in his sling, but my back appreciates the break – so on Saturday morning with the weather still lovely in Edinburgh it was a pleasure to linger at the Cramond estuary after the husband did the parkrun. However, hanging about in the sunshine by the water to show Rafa the birds, boats and little waves (ok he was asleep, but we enjoyed it) did leave us rather short of time for other Saturday tasks.
|Edinburgh Park Run – Cramond, September 2013|
With friends dropping over in the afternoon, the baby to be fed again and me wanting to get out for a run of my own, the task of baking a cake for afternoon tea fell to the husband. Baking cakes is not something either of us does often – but we had a recipe left behind by my mother – and a pantry with ingredients – so it seemed to make sense to bake rather than buy.
Getting back from my very pleasant run along the sunny canal bank I was impressed to find: One – the smell of a cake baking, and : Two – no baby wailing.
As I got through the door however there was an overlay of burn to the pleasant baking aroma. Since we have a rule of no babies in the oven, and the husband was playing with the baby I checked on the cake – and it was rather black on top.
On questioning it seemed that the husband had mixed up centigrade and fahrenheit.
It was a little crispy in places but otherwise quite tasty. It all got eaten in one sitting and one of our guests was even kind enough to ask about the recipe.
On Sunday with the weather still lovely we made up a picnic, put Rafa back in his pram – where he promptly fell asleep and went for a walk along the canal. As featured in the previous post the blackberries are out at the moment – and after lunch our forward momentum was interrupted when I found a good crop. I thought I was going to be berated by the husband for meandering, but instead he joined in the picking. There were a few traumatic incidences with thorns, wasps and nettles but we managed to pick quite a good haul.
When we dragged ourselves back inside it seemed only logical that I attempt the cake this time – with blackberries as well as apples.
First issue I had was a lack of scales. When I asked the husband how he had dealt with this he just shrugged and said he had guessed – resulting in rather too much sugar but otherwise a cake – which though burnt was a very tasty confection.
I made my own estimations and spent a pleasant hour peeling apples and mixing my ingredients in the kitchen while the husband napped with the baby.
Somehow the results were tasty, not burnt – but rather solid. My cake entirely different from the one produced from the same recipe the day before. We ate some of it for pudding with custard that evening.
After bathing and feeding the baby that evening we complemented ourselves on a perfect cheap Sunday-and we acknowled that we both still needed to work on our baking skills – and perhaps invest in some scales.
If you have scales – or skill at baking, have a go at the recipe below and perhaps you can let me know what the cake is supposed to turn out like.
German Apple Cake –
100grms melted butter
100grms castor sugar
200grms self raising flour
2 apples, peeled, cored, quartered and sliced
1 tsp cinnamon
2 tbsp demaera sugar
Preheat oven 375 f / 150 c
Grease 18cm spring tin
Melt butter, place in a large bowl.
Stir in sugar, sift flour and stir in. Add one egg at a time. Stir till it forms a soft dough.
Press 2/3 dough into tin.
Cover with apples.
Add remaining dough.
Bake for one hour. Cook 15 mins before transferring to serving plate.
(the blackberries were a very tasty addition, even if the actual cake I baked was a bit of a brick)