I’d just made myself a nice coffee and was wondering what to have with it when my phone rang. It was my father-in-law and he said… I was just having a coffee and I thought I’d make a start on that Christmas cake you made me…it was bloody lovely!
Now I made two cakes for crimbo, baked at the start of October, one for me fed (up until the second week of December) with the traditional brandy and one for him fed with his preference…rum.
Of course, as soon as the phone call ended I went and got the tin down. Took off the lid and was hit by that rich, heady aroma. The thing is, it is so rich a small slice will suffice, so I’m expecting to still be eating it by spring.