MARY Berry,
Paul Hollywood, Nigella Lawson ... eat your hearts out. My missus would win
the Great British Bake-off hands down every time, as far as I am concerned. In fact, not just me. My work colleagues think her light
Victoria Sponge and luscious Lemon Drizzle have made her worthy of the title,
Queen of Cakes (Saturdays).
This weekend, the boys and girls in
London had to go without. Ah, how sad. My wife decided not to give away her delicious cake to the hungry rabble at my office.

Instead, she turned her attention to muffins with various sweet-tasting centres cleverly inserted. And all in a good cause. She and several friends sold their home-made goodies to raise money for the Addenbrookes Oncology Unit in Cambridge because one of her colleagues mum's has recently been diagnosed with the dreaded Big C. This was a way of raising awareness and valuable funds. The cakes, as you would expect, all went down a treat. And you can see exactly why. Now, where did she put that
cake tin? I'm feeling ever so slightly peckish. Can't think why.
PS: The event raised more than £300.
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