At Least I Tried

Yesterday was so wet and windy. I hate days like this. There was nothing to do, the daily chores had been completed by ten in the morning.  Mind you, I was up a seven doing the ironing. I worked on the laptop for a little while, doing little writing articles here and there and a few music reviews. I came to the conclusion that I would bake a delicious fruit cake. 'Yes, that's what I will do'. 


So I meandered into the kitchen and got out all the ingredients that I would need. I spotted a jar of ginger preserve i the cupboard. It was one of those with lovely large chunks of ginger in. I had this great idea of adding a couple of large spoonfuls to the cake, you know, to give it zing! I happily went about mixing all the ingredients together, I dipped my finger in the mixture to have a little taste; you have to do that you know, it's professional, I have seen them do it on the TV.  I must say, it tasted gorgeous. I poured the mix into the cake tin and placed it neatly on the centre shelf of the oven.  'This is going to be a good one' I thought to myself.


As the cake cooked, it gave off the most delicious aroma, I could not wait to see the end result. I settled down with a nice cup of tea and a magazine to take my mind of the wonderful smell. I then decided I would pop upstairs and clean the spare bedroom, just to freshen it up. I plodded about upstairs for about 30 minutes. I had completely forgotten about the cake. I rushed down the stairs as fast as my legs would carry me.  


Oh no! The delicious smell of my baking cake had turned to the disastrous smell of burning,  I opened the kitchen door to reveal a haze of smoke. I quickly turned the cooker of took out a rather black looking crispy blob which was supposed to be my cake.  I had to open all the downstairs windows and doors to try and eliminate the smell of burnt cake.


I did contemplate throwing it out for the birds in the garden, but you know what, I don't think that they deserve such a punishment!

Oh well, at least I tried.