A baking story told in 8 parts. Part IV

The test batch was haaaard. And I made them in a regular size muffin pan, thinking that I use mini ones to take to the bake-off.

Slightly burnt on the outside and half of the bottoms still stuck in the pan, my courageous and always supportive fella Scott ate up a bunch, as did a neighbour who was so stoned, he put a whole one in his mouth while saying goodbye, leaving a dusting of almond crumbs on our doorstep.

I tried not to think about the next 60 and went on to make the best Beef Sirloin Roast I’ve ever made (I’d only made about 5 roasts up until this point) with mashed potatoes, squash and fennel salad for us and our guest, Kevin.

I set the alarm for 6 a.m. and went to sleep, dreaming of: showing up without the cakes, showing up naked, showing up naked without the cakes, and well, you get the idea.