If you've had enough of Deliciously Ella, Helmsley and Helmsley and even Jamie Oliver, this is the blog for you! Maverick Priest, Stand-Up Comedian and Messy Cook Maggy Whitehouse has had enough of fake food pictures. This is real cooking — down and dirty and scrumptiously yummy. Maggy is also the author of the bestselling comedy novel 'For the Love of Dog' and 16 books on metaphysics and the Bible.
Time For Some Not Fake Food.
I want to introduce you to my 2014
Christmas cake. This is the cake that started it.
As you can see, it’s a mess.
At the time of making it, I was coping with
a serious diagnosis, the first sessions of treatment and was feeling
sick, discouraged and as weak as a kitten. But I ‘had’ to make a Christmas cake
because I always have made one.
Buying one or doing without was out of the question, despite my husband’s
entreaties not to be an idiot. It was crazy; I admit it. But I simply had to
make the cake.
Slowly and with many stops to rest, I managed
to bake the cake, ice it and, as I was carrying it to the storeroom, in its
tin, I lost my balance and fell. The tin stayed shut but the cake was shattered.
As you can imagine, I was desperately
upset. And then, as I tried to patch the shattered cake back together—while
pushing away two beagles who wanted to help clear it up with great enthusiasm—
my first tears of frustration stopped and I began to laugh. I laughed and
laughed and laughed. I patched up the cake, still laughing. I laughed all the
way through that Christmas, every time I saw that disreputable, messy and cracked cake
and every time I remembered it. I showed it to family and friends with delight. They
laughed too. It became the highlight of the whole of Christmas.
And, what’s more, it was delicious.
And it made me think - because all the pictures of Christmas cakes you're going to see all over the Internet are perfect. Mostly they're made with that kind of plasticy-roll-on icing which I'm too snobby to touch with a bargepole. Frankly, my icing is always a bit of a mess - and I don't mind.
So, from now on, this blog is going to be my Not Fake Food cookingblog, with real cooking pictures. Enjoy!
When I lived in Birmingham, I used to go to
the German Christmas Market in Victoria Square; it was an interesting sparkle
of an experience but there really never was much that I wanted to buy—or eat,
for that matter. So when we moved here, to Devon, and I discovered
that Exeter had a Christmas Market in the Cathedral Square, I wasn’t all that
keen...but I do like to get Christmas cards from the cathedral and you don’t
have much of an option if you want to visit St. Peter’s in November or
December; you can’t get there without encountering the market. And what a market it is! So far it’s my
favourite. Ever. Okay, I’ve only been to about six and I’m going to Italy next
week so I’ll report back on the Florence and Lucca Christmas Markets which may
be stunningly incredible but, trust me, if I like a Christmas Market, then it’s
a good one. I’m a total Christmas shopping cynic. How much of a cynic? So much so that I
don’t agree with the concept of chocolate Advent calendars. Advent is about