[Sundae]

Last night I tried a new recipe and made a strawberry bundt cake with strawberry glaze.
It wasn't perfect - I used my super-strong American gel colour to tint it rosy pink and forgot just how strong it is - there was something vaguely medical perhaps even tumerous about the red cake and crumbs... And I put too much cornflour in the galze - it was perfect consistency, but I could taste the flour. Needed more flavour perhaps.

I didn't even take a photo of it.

Dads dropped me off at school, as he always does when I have a cake to carry. The glaze had set it onto the plate, which was covered with the cake tin, despite Mum worrying it wasn't safe. It was, perfectly safe.

So there is a bit of to-ing and fro-ing when we reach school. I was super-early but there are always cars parking, dropping off, trying to get back out, trying to get it. Dad wanted to pull forward into a proper space but a lady was illegally parked opposite and he didn't want to block the road, so suggested I got out there.

All well and good. Except I did not know or see that there were mid-calf-high bollards in the grass verge to prevent people from pulling up on it. Trip. Fall. Smash. I went arse over tit, the cake smosshed into my arm and chest, the empty tin went rolling down the street and I just sat there, in the mud, surrounded by broken cake and trying not to cry.

Too add insult to injury, one of the Dads sprinted across the road to help, not realising the red explosion he had seen when I went down was in fact yummy strawberry bundt cake and not blood. I just looking up at him and said sadly, "It's not blood. It's cake." Bless him for his reation of course. He went to help me up but I declined, having muddy, cakey, glazed red hands.

Dad brought me back home and when he opened the door what was the first thing Mum said? "I TOLD you you should have put it in a tin!" She did redeem herself after my shower and change of clothes, by offering me a cup of tea and being impressed that I preferred to go straight back to school.

And after all I left her with all the mess to tidy up (plate, cake-tin, and a very sweet smelling top and muddy trousers).

So that was today's adventure.
I'm not really upset, but I do my cake's ignominious end.