For my first post I envisioned something terribly profound and interesting but it turns out that in the life of a university graduate with no job, much hilarity and entertainment can be had from simply baking a cake.
The story begins few months ago when one seemingly normal night my flatmate (Kirsty) informed me that the handle of the oven had broken. Much to my dismay nothing could be done to fix the aforementioned handle until the next day. Me, being me, forgot to buy any fixing materials the following day and decided that one more day of the handle swinging footloose and fancy free would do us no harm. Oh how I was wrong. I should have known the very minute that I had uttered the damning phrase "uck I'm sure it'l be grand, cook the pizza anyway..." that something horrific would happen. I was minding my own business, cooking my dinner when lo and behold a poor, unsuspecting Kirsty tried to prize the oven door open, it smashed into a million pieces and one second of stunned silence passed until we collapsed with laughter and then decided to check if ether of us were hurt. (we were fine)
Months passed with our landlord (my dad) badgering us to buy a new one on his behalf we decided to take an uniformed trip to Currys... Four trips later, having to return many times with the correct information we had an oven purchased, with the help of wonderful Currys employee Daryl. (no help from other rather grumpy employee, who didnt much like our lack of correct oven purchasing proceedure )
Today was the day of reckoning, the oven was installed yesterday and twas christened this fine evening with the baking of a marvellous chocolate cake. It is a thing of beauty, almost too good to eat...yes almost. The baking adventure began with a trip to the supermarket where the appropriate ingredients were purchased.
Flour was measured and eggs were cracked and the batter began to take shape. Mixture separated as instructed and placed in the shiny new oven :) like children we sat on the kitchen floor and watched our cake slowly rise. It was magnificent! The rising continued until the overspill began. We tried to save the shiny newness of our oven but alas there was nothing we could do. The cake had split and the hardened top of the cake was slowly sliding over the side of the baking tin unveiling a torrent of molten cake mixture, which, instead of rising up just spilled over the edge, we screeched and tried to mend the fissure but to no avail and came to rest in a big poo-y pile in our new roasting tin.
10 minutes later the overflow had ceased and the cake was hardening again. the rest of the process was incident free and the creation sits on our kitchen counter taunting us with its goodness.
Who would have thought that by being bored and deciding to christen our oven turned into a good hour of laughs, screams, spatula licking and sitting on the kitchen floor.
