I was going through my emails the other day, deleting like mad. In this household, we get five of every email, we have two computers, an iPad, and two iPhones. That is a lot of deleting. To make matters worse, when we arrive at either Bridgetown or Perth, the in-box is chockers after not being open for up to two weeks. On the night of arrival, I delete like crazy and, again, on the night before departure. Sometimes, I get carried away and delete an important email or one I had saved to read – que sera, sera.
You know, I have never been a fan of fruit cake and I place the blame squarely on this recipe.
My mum was a take it or leave it type of person. If you didn’t want what was on offer, then you could go without. Many times I would be starving, as only a child can be, and I would ask mum, ‘What’s to eat?’ The answer was, invariably, ‘There is some pumpkin cake in the tin.’ There was always bloody pumpkin cake in the tin!! For the whole of my childhood, I don’t remember there ever being another variety of cake in the tin. Continue reading