Muffins or rock cakes?
'The lesser spotted tofu rock cake'
That is the question.
Today was baking day in gayboy house and we decided that we were going to be baking muffins. Healthy muffins mind you… not those artery clogging triple dip choc chip killers. We downloaded one of those impossibly pretentious recipes that insisted on things like soya flour and silken tofu (still not sure what that is) as well as certain other ingredients which sounded like they could single handedly eradicate world poverty. Amazingly, we actually managed to get all the ingredients at Sainsbury’s which was rather surprising as I hadn’t figured them for the types to stock something like almond powder.
Not having baked in years the actual preparation of the recipe decended rapidly into lawlessness. We were mixing when we should have been folding, trying to work out what a cup of flour actually equals when you are not using a cup and subsituting certain items on the original recipe for other preferences. The batter did look pretty good and we were feeling optimistic. 30 minutes later and our ‘giant muffins’ rose by about 1cm. In the end it was a failure but we were feeling very proud of ourselves; first attempt and all. Then my flatmate’s boyfriend came over and we offered him the container with the muffins. ‘Oh you guys made rock cakes!’ he said. We told him that no, actually they were muffins. He looked confused and then offered ‘No really they look like rock cakes’. Yeah, OK so I guess that means they came out worse than we thought but it’s like all mothers think they have beautiful babies until some nasty bitch comes along and shatters her illusions.
I’m taking the rock cakes into the office tomorrow for my colleagues.
