Kitchens, Cake and Cravings
Well cakers, I can’t believe it’s been so long since I last posted! Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you, quite the opposite in fact. We have finally got ourselves onto that first rung of the property ladder and boy have we jumped in feet first. Mr. Egg got a new job which meant moving about an hour from where we lived. An hour! Hardly any time at all but this was the place where we had met each other, fallen in love, moved in together and set up life as a married couple. Life moves on though and whilst we were extremely sad to be leaving we were ready to start the next chapter of our lives. We spent a good month or so researching the area (sadly no time for cake) and finally found the house that was to become our new home. One tiny bit of paper, a couple of signatures (and a rather large cheque) and you’re officially grown up. This part-house-part-building-site now belongs to us. Or it will do when I’ve doubled my age and the mortgage has been paid off.
Building site it most definitely resembled; there was nowhere you could take your shoes off…not that you would even want to! The place was awful, but we are now well on our way to completing it, and I try to think less restoration nightmare more blank canvas. I didn’t however envisage the time it would take to do things! Forget master plans ornately drawn out; we’ll have plush sofas here, kitchen units there, not to mention the tiered herb/fruit garden outside. As I write we have a fully finished bedroom (carpet and everything!) and the most grown up front room, albeit minus a fireplace (currently sitting in the, unfinished, kitchen). Last night the floor tiles in the bathroom were put down and there are only a few more wall tiles that need cutting and sticking. We are slowly getting there, thanks to some amazing family and friends that have put on their overalls and travelled down to help at a moments notice. My dad in particular has spent the most time, teaching us new techniques and doing a LOT of the work whilst Mr. Egg is at work and I’m baking of the baby variety. Yes cakers, amongst all the stress of upping sticks we have a little bun in the oven. So given I can no longer touch my knees to my chest without a small riot going off we have needed all the help available.
Baking has been, unfortunately out of the question. And given our ‘new’ oven was broken until a week ago – it cooked on full power no matter what the setting – virtually impossible! There are only so many meals a woman can cook on the hob, and no matter how much you try and disguise it pasta will always be pasta. We are still living out of boxes and I cannot for the life of me find anything I need – so much for intricately labelling everything. Note to self: boxes should be numbered, labelled to the dot and placed in room order. Climbing over things to find an airbed (when we had no bed) and only coming across boxes that said ‘bedding’ was not a fun evening. Once the bathroom is finished we are looking to complete the best room of all. The kitchen. The heart of the home, and the room that definitely sold us the house. Even if it is all concrete floor and plastered walls. There is half a kitchen in already, but I need more cupboard and work surfaces and until then baking is on the D/L. Also it’s not exactly practical to even look at a cake tin (if you can find one) if you have to climb over the tile cutter and plasterboard to get to the eggs. But it will be a mahoosively pretty room and I am too excited for words.
This is all very well and good when you’re trying to keep your morale up; one day we will have the kitchen of our dreams and I will be able to take my shoes off to walk around. Not so good when you wake up with a craving for homemade sponge cake. With jam. And buttercream. And icing. The internet has all manner of suggestions to curb the pregnancy cravings, but I am learning that if the craving is bad enough no ‘healthy substitution’ will ever be satisfying. Ever. Nuts and seeds will never be a substitute for a packet of salt and vinegar no matter how much it might be ‘my body’s way of telling me it needs certain nutrients’. The one major craving I have had is for lip curling face pulling sour tastes. Sucking on a lemon just about does it, but it has to be ice cold to get the extra hit. The first time I satisfied my sour craving was when I tasted an apple off the tree in our new garden. Baking apples apparently; my parents pulled their ‘ergh too sour’ faces whilst I happily chomped my way through more than one. Well, it beats kids sweets. Today however I gave in to my cake craving. Now that the oven is working at a normal operating temperature I thought why not? There would be a large amount of cleaning and tidying to do first but it would be worth it for a slice of the good ‘ole homemade. Well, I wasn’t going to venture out in the wind and rain just to buy cake, regardless of how pregnant I may be! I only had to open two boxes before I found a tin, now surely that was a sign? I baked up the simplest of sponges (three eggs, all other ingredients subsequently matching their weight) and given the current glut, a wee bit of lemon. Once cooled I filled it with a lovely thick layer of buttercream and an equally thick layer of lemon curd. Yum. Only six hours till Mr. Egg comes home.
I washed up and put the kettle on, and it sat there on the side and begged me to cut a piece. Begged me. Looking back, the whole thing was a blur, I think it got the knife out itself and plonked a slice onto a plate, that happened to be out ready, all in the time it took for the kettle to boil. A slice of heaven and a mug of paradise just sitting there. Waiting. Shame not to eat it really.
So come January cakers I hope to have a happy, healthy little bundle of joy and a beautifully finished home to bring him/her back to. And of course a kitchen to bake all my goodies in so I can get back to blogging. It may be some time till my next post, but you all know that I am missing you terribly. And don’t forget that every once in a while it is OK to be selfish and give into your cravings, however weird and wonderful they may be.
Happy caking, One Egg xxx