At last our self imposed ban on sugar is over. In the days leading up to it we have discussed the various options of where to go from here, and came to the conclusion that we would do natural sugars only. Fruit, maple syrup, honey etc.
Meanwhile, I was recently very kindly bought a pinata cake tin, and thought it would be a fabulous idea to make one for the Easter weekend, filled with mini eggs. A pinata, as I’m sure you know, is a container often made of papier-mâché, pottery, cloth or, more recently, cake. It is decorated and filled with small toys, sweets, or both, and then broken as part of a ceremony or celebration.
This cake tin is round with a semi circular mould placed inside the tin whilst it cooks to create a space (once you make two cakes and stick them together) which can be filled with whatever you fancy. I made two Victoria sponges and filled half with mini eggs. So far so good.
A little jam and buttercream later, the top half was carefully attached to the bottom half.
And then, very slowly, almost elegantly, the whole cake began to work with gravity and, as if being filmed in slow motion, fell apart. Not completely, but it is safe to say the the structure fundamentally changed.
Not one to be defeated, I called on the troops to hold it all together whilst I whipped up some more buttercream and began voraciously, to patch together the ever increasing pieces of a ball-shaped cake.
However, there comes a point in every optimists life, where eventually you have to admit that what you started out making has turned into something else. Thanks to my inspired big sister, it turns out I had, in fact, made an Easter Mess Cake – catchy, I know.
Of course the other thing about Easter is the ginormous amount of chocolate that fills your life. Normally for 24 hours only, but still, for that short amount of time it feels as though it may never end. Although you know the point of chocolate saturation is close when the wee ones begin to offer you their stash. Which is also the point where all your resolve for ‘natural sugars only’ gets chucked out the window and you gorge with the rest of them.
And then of course, there’s the Easter egg hunt. This year, thanks to son #1 and my fabulous eldest niece, we had TWO Easter egg hunts, both of which were absolutely wonderful, both of which produced yet more chocolate.
Just between you and me, what with the cake and the chocolate mountain, we’ve probably eaten about six weeks worth of sugar in around six hours…