Looking at cakes, baking cakes, decorating cakes... almost as good as tasting cakes.

Since Christmas 2009 I have become quite consumed by cakes, all types of cakes - as my ever growing belly will vouch for. After being asked by my boyfriends Nanny Mary "If Santa could bring you one thing for Christmas, what would it be?" I didn't hesitate to answer... "A kenwood food mixer of course!" Before I could even begin to explain my life long dream of owning my very own Kenwood she had hot-footed it out of the living room. Within a matter of seconds she returned with a whole lot of huffing and puffing... lugging, yep, you guessed it - a Kenwood. Being almost double my age there was nothing this Kenwood couldn't handle. It was love at first site, and I knew her age and wisdom would make me the cake baker I've always dreamed of becoming. "Goodbye" to the early onset of tennis elbow from my cheapo, handheld mixer and "hello" to the singsong whirrs of my k-beater.

Admittedly, I may have underestimated the true skill that is needed to make the perfect cakes- fine tools are all well and good but without a decent recipe, quality ingriedients, determination, patience, time, passion... yep, there is way more to this baking malarky than I first thought.

This blog will follow my many trials and, no doubt, many tribulations, with a little weight gain to boot, as I test out as many cake recipes as I can muster.

And it doesn't end there... I will also chase cakes around the country, even the world, and review and determine what really makes the perfect cake.

Will the 'famous' bakerys and cook books give me my moneys worth and be all they're cracked up to be? The proof is in the pudding, ahem, cake.

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Starbucks, Tottenham Court Road, Near Goodge Street




In dire need of some serious sugar after a day's shopping I was at near breaking point when I bumped into Starbucks- you can't help but bump into a Starbucks in London, or anywhere in the world for that matter!

I was feeling weak, tired and slightly desperate when I shoved myself and my many bags through the doors and joined the cue. Having only ever tried there muffins I thought why not try an actual cake (muffins don't count) so as I scanned the too-expensive, too-small-a-portion and too-damned uninspiring, hunger made me yell "the Victoria Sponge cupcake please!" Before I knew it I had forked out nearly £3 for a minute, uninspiring, dry cake- but I didn't care. I ate it in no less than four bites and I can honestly say it was perfect- for someone who was SO hungry.

The sponge was very yellow, chewy but actually quite tasty, the teensy weensy splodge of jam inside was very sugary (just what I needed) and the butter cream was exactly that butter cream. It served the purpose, if you're in need of a quick fix sugar boost and the nearest stop is Starbucks and you're so hungry you don't care how much you're being ripped off then this cupcake is for you.
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