Bilbo Baggins Is My Homeboy + Haggis Ahoy
For no particular reason, I was seized with the desire to bake* a seed cake** last week. Considering we broke our normal rules and had rum cocktails on Friday, I felt it was in character*** to actually go through with my mad seed-cake plan, and yesterday I found myself creaming an entire pound of butter (oh jesus) and then mixing in goodies like sugar, eggs, candied orange peel, brandy, and the all-important caraway seeds.
The cakes (had to make two because my cake tin was too small) turned out really, really good. Whatever happy pounds I shed over Christmas are going to come lumbering back, but fuck it. I am going to portion the cake out over a week or so, and take some to work to lure unsuspecting coworkers to Hobbitdom.
* I do not like baking things. Where this brainwave came from, I cannot say.
** Bilbo Baggins made a seed cake, which was devoured by the dwarves when they came to conspire with their burglar.
*** Another unusual thing for the weekend. We're renting a car, driving down the Jersey shore, and buying black pudding and haggis at one of the only butchers in the whole area who makes such things fresh.
HAGGIS!!
The cakes (had to make two because my cake tin was too small) turned out really, really good. Whatever happy pounds I shed over Christmas are going to come lumbering back, but fuck it. I am going to portion the cake out over a week or so, and take some to work to lure unsuspecting coworkers to Hobbitdom.
* I do not like baking things. Where this brainwave came from, I cannot say.
** Bilbo Baggins made a seed cake, which was devoured by the dwarves when they came to conspire with their burglar.
*** Another unusual thing for the weekend. We're renting a car, driving down the Jersey shore, and buying black pudding and haggis at one of the only butchers in the whole area who makes such things fresh.
HAGGIS!!