Dead things and custard…
I went out the other evening (shocking I know-nothing very exciting unfortunately-a pre-school committee meeting..) and I came back to the delicious smell of baking!
Hubby had been baking!
Which is lovely.
He made cake AND biscuits.
Lovely.
Exceptthecakewasabitdry. Andpossiblythebiscuitstoo.
There I said it. Very quickly, but I said it.
Really don’t want to discourage hubby from becoming the next Paul Hollywood, but maybe a bit more practice is needed.
So, in the time honoured fashion of all things slightly past their best, I took the ‘dead cake’, crumbled it into a pie dish
Dead cake
teamed it up with some ‘dead fruit’ that had been partially gnawed at by Small people and then discarded (I may have sauteed this in a little butter and sugar..)
Dead fruit-being given the kiss of life by butter and sugar
and smothered the whole lot in custard…
Have to admit it doesn’t look that appetising, but trust me on this one
and bunged it in the oven.
Dead Cake Pudding
Pretty yum, and a great way to #stop food waste (that’s my excuse for shoving pudding into my face, and I am sticking with it…)
