The cake.
Disaster.
Rubby greasy brick. Nigella you promised me a crumbly chocolate cake. I failed you. Big time. I feel sick after a mere mouthful. It was greasy and slimey and fatty and yuck yuck yuck. I somehow undercooked it and its not raised. yeah my fault for not beating it enough. (Or at all... partly cost I thought Joshua had done it but thats not an excuse.)
Bah. Bah. And THRICE bah.
Still I guess we learn from these things. But even so. GRRRRR!!!
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at least you bother to make things - i couldn't tell you the last time i baked anything like a cake :D must've been at least 7 years ago now...
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