Monday, July 30, 2007

A piece of cake

I've started organising a cake stall to raise funds for The Little Madam's childcare centre. It's going to be held in the local shopping mall, and the girl who booked the space for us sounded really keen to try our baking.

"Is there going to be black forest gateau, by any chance?", she asked hopefully. I certainly didn't want to get her hopes up, as I have no idea what the parents' abilities are like in the cake- and biscuit-making arena.

But I do know that it might not be a good idea to offer anything that comes out of my oven. Not if we want to make a profit and avoid disabling an entire neighbourhood with indigestion.

So I'm thinking, unless I find a fool-proof recipe for a delicious and expensive-looking cake or biscuit (and which requires no electric mixer), then I'm best off employed purely on the retail side of things...

3 comments:

Angela said...

I don’t mind cooking but because I am blind I have a hard time telling when things are done. I am always worried that things will be over done. I like to leave things in longer instead of shorter, to be safe. I was never much of a cook before I lost my vision. Being a mom I need to cook more then the junk that college students eat. I am pretty decent, just worried about undercooking things.

Have fun finding the perfect recipe

Leo said...

Violet, I would bake for you if I lived down there.

Violet said...

angela: I just have a tendency to burn stuff!

leo: that's a lovely offer and I really wish now that you lived next door...