In celebration of our nation

In the last few years, Australia Day has been growing, but this year, it seems to have reached a whole new level. Little flags were flying on utes and micro cars everywhere. (Apparently a freebie in the Herald Sun goes a long way.)

On a side note, it’s interesting how strong our attachment to a symbol from our past. Which is probably going to get new again with the royal wedding this year – a cause for celebration to reunite the colonies…

Anyway, back to our Australia Day celebrations, and we all know that every good celebration requires cake. So of course I jumped on the symbolic bandwagon to make an aussie flag cake.

The recipe was largely determined by ingredients around the kitchen, and two very ripe bananas that were begging to be cooked. Due to previous popularity, the honey yoghurt banana cake recipe was selected, and with only one small hitch (only two instead of four bananas – worked out fine anyway) I had a cake to decorate.

The great thing about making a flag cake is that all you need is a rectangle – for once, so simple. What wasn’t so great was the fact that I still couldn’t find my piping bag – so the union jack came out pretty demented. With my Aussie flag to model off, the stars all made it to the right position – even if they didn’t all have the right number of points (that really wreaked of effort!).

As is tradition, our BBQ had more than enough food on offer, and following way too many snags, lamb, burgers and delightful salads it was time for dessert. While the pavs were the traditional favourite, the banana cake was certainly the photo favourite – and nobody turned down a serving of both!

Betty xx

Professional Courtesy

Happy Birthday Dan - the shark was billed as "smiley" in The Book, but my version (not unusually) turned out angry. However, who's ever seen a shark with eyelashes? Not me.

The prototype:

(sorry about the reflection)

The work in progress:

And, finally, the end product:

Off with her head!

This latest installment comes from "something for everyone" and is called the Cake of Hearts. I decided to make this for Gma Martha's 92nd birthday, and the subsequent cakeslide was just a taster for the whole evening.

Being lazy and also incapable of making a successful sponge, I should admit upfront that not only did I not have the dexterity to carve the round sponge into a heart shape as per the book, I also cheated. Big time.
 

However, it tasted fine and it meant that I only needed the oven on briefly while I dried out the meringue hearts.

Anyway, the idea of the cake is it's filled with jam and cream in two layers, then iced with whipped cream and decorated with heart-shaped meringues that were coated with 100s & 1000s before baking. They were the easy part (although I tried out the recommended method - tracing hearts on baking papers and spreading the meringue mixture around with a teaspoon - did not work. I turned to my trusty piping bag and that hit the spot).

So far, so good. Then to assembly, and that too goes smoothly and we end up with the final product (next to the prototype for comparison):

So, what then is the problem?

Well, a hot day and soft cream and some inattentive packing for transport. Behold:

Yeah. Happy Birthday, Gma.

The Queen of Hearts

She made some tarts,

    All on a summer's day;

The Knave of Hearts

He stole those tarts,

    And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts

Called for the tarts,

    And beat the knave full sore;

The Knave of Hearts

Brought back the tarts,

    And vowed he'd steal no more.

the telephone game

How is this for an embarrassing admission... back in the day, I went to a few "Girls' Brigade" meetings *blush*. Even more embarrassing - it was just now when I looked up where the apostrophe goes in that organisation's name that I realised it is Christian.

Anyway, one of the games we played, apart from "Who stole the cookie..." was the telephone game. Which involved pretty much the same thing as the cookie one, but you had to handball a call to someone else around the circle. Looking back, it taught pretty bad telephone habits because the response was always "If it isn't [insert name here] then I'm not home". These days, caller ID and mobs have pretty much taken care of the need to screen.

Back to the point. I've sadly neglected my candy supplies recently and when I remembered that it was Debilitator's birthday during the first week back at work, my choice of cakes was limited by the availability of decorations. So, the old fashioned telephone got the gig.

 I made two cakes - a simple vanilla cake in a loaf tin for the handle, and a chocolate cake for the base of the phone. The icing was easy as and the decorations were not demanding - my only fault was forgetting the licorice cord, but I remedied that quickly before I took the cake in. No pics, though.

Happy (very belated) birthday, Debilitator.

xxMartha
 

Timothy Tiger

For Timothy Tiger’s namesake’s birthday, it was time to pounce!

One small problem however – I had no eggs. Cakes need eggs. Multiple eggs. Even packet mixes.

Google to the rescue: chocolate cake no eggs. Millions of results. So I chose the first one.

Which turned out to be great (despite questionable vinegar ingredient); moist and soooooooo yummy!

Only catch to the tasteful texture was that it was also quite crumbly – making cutting it to shape a very careful operation. With this in mind, I prepared about double the amont of icing I normally would, so I could be very liberal with it and catch all the crumbs. I also learned form the honey icing that whipping it up with beater gave it a much lighter texture – way to go from now on!

With icing applied, Timothy Tiger had taken on a striking shade of orange (he would have been a real hero back in November in that colour) and it was time for the licorice stripes.

I didn’t have crinkle-cut scissors, so I improvised with the edge of a crinkle-cut scone cutter. It didn’t quite come up the same as the one in the book, but it was close enough.

Tim’s verdict – yum!

This cake is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S

With so much going on in the lead-up to Christmas, baking had taken a bit of a back seat. But with a cake promised for Miss N’s b’day, it was time for Betty to get her nose into the Birthday Cake Book.

On the time poor note, ‘three easy cakes’ looked the most appealing, however Coles didn’t have any farm animals or Indians. Improvisations had to be made. Starting with the bananas that were going dead in my neglected fruit bowl.  Not so good for eating but perfect for banana cake.

Now Miss N likes to keep healthy, so yoghurt banana cake with honey icing seemed the perfect healthy birthday treat. (I just didn’t tell her how much butter was also in it … !)

In the spirit of three easy cakes, malt stick TV snacks were a must, however the rest of the decorations followed the essence of the cake – bananas.

With the honey icing practically singing to be eaten, this was a cake worthy of the board room for birthday morning tea – happy birthday Miss N!

I, Robot

After the abysmal failure that was the jolly jelly cake (a plague o'er both your houses, Aeroplane Jelly), I attempted a different cake tonight that turned out marginally better.

Robert Robot - in this case, Richard Robot.

I didn't have any blue colouring but using my new favourite product, Wilton concentrated colour gel, I made him purple instead.

He was really just a square all trimmed up to look like a robot - with the addition of daisies to commemorate the lives of those lost on Tricky's lawn.

The hardest part was putting on the cachous...the easiest part was opening another can of betty crocker frosting.

Welcome back, Tricky... we missed you.