And now I think I rock.

So I won the 'Best Cake' award! But not, as anticipated, for the chocolate cointreau cake - but for the rhubarb crumb cake (which I'd actually had to call Pre-Loved Rhubarb Crumb Cake as Tim and I had sampled a piece the night before the bake off) (well, you try sitting and looking at two whole cakes on your sideboard, with their scent wafting deliciously towards you, and your sweets stomach so so empty). There were some great entries - the Occupational Therapy team walked away with 'Best in Show' and 'Best Decorated'. They'd made a chocolate cake shaped in the letters O and T, and covered it with white marzipan. Then they'd fashioned four little figures representing the four aspects of OT - rest (a little guy sleeping), work (a Bob-the-Builder-esque tradie), leisure (someone playing) and self-care (a nudie dude putting his clothing on). It was truly tops and totally unexpected, and well deserved the prestigious awards it won!

So now I reckon I'm the best cake maker ever. I am off to dinner tonight (to meet Tim's folks for the first time, eek! J helpfully said I should wear a titty halter top so I look like a Nice Young Lady, ha ha!) and I have made dessert. In a cocky manner befitting my recent victory, I (foolishly) decided not to follow a recipe but to combine several. So here is my balsamic caramel glazed mango sour cream cake. Too many flavours, anyone?! The cake batter was great news (I licked the beaters, then the wooden spoon and then the bowl) but it rose a lot more than expected so I am not sure if it's going to be too dry and cakey. But nothing a good dose of nice cream won't fix, I guess!



Rest of the weekend has been nice - finally I burrowed my head in some readings. My final uni papers are due in just over a week and I got quite a lot of work out of the way which is, well, overdue. Went to a night picnic last night (Tim made a Passata Fritatta - while tring to make a roast spring garlic fritatta he accidentally started following the recipe next to it, which required an addition of tomato passata. The end result was a pinkish fritatta that was actually pretty tasty, and hilarious), played some night frisbee, and that's been about it.

Righto, off to go get my cleavage out before this dinner lark!