Mark has been on a quest at school recently. In pursuit of the elusive Pineapple Upside Down Cake. You see, it appears on the Jamie -inspired, on-the-premesis-prepared, turkey-twizzler-free, PC-school-lunch-menu. But in real life, it has failed to materialize on his plate. These menus - easy to compile, seemingly trickier to deliver to the hungry punters .
Now I haven't had pineapple upside down cake since my own schooldays (even if I do know a woman who has). But Nigella has an Express recipe for one. I even found a little linky for you.
So, we made one. And little bro had to taste test it. Thankfully it passed, although there is no way one of those suspiciously lurid cherries is passing his lips. This may be a good thing, because I have no idea what colouring is used to make them quite so bright, but I am 100% supportive of refusal to ingest any food which appears to glow in the dark.
Teatime tonight, in honour of his prizewinning World Book Day Book Token Card design, Mark will be having the victor's slice. [The Iron Man (by Ted Hughes) is a classic - if your 7ish little people have missed out, you're in for a treat. It has just the right amount of menace in my opinion. ]
Quest over. If only baking were the answer to everything. Or perhaps it is.
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