I’m just surfacing from a lovely baking spree. This evening’s results:
* Mary Berry’s walnut cake
* a pint of real custard
* chocolate sponge (pending)
I only ever embark on real custard (eggs and all) with great trepidation, but each time it seems to turn out fine – strangely soothing to make and truly the ultimate in comfort eating.
Anyway. Worship wars. Where were we?