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My name is Bridie, and I am a 27 year old female who wishes to share with you her life in cakes.

The trouble with cake is that it doesn't last very long, and when you have slaved over a hot stove and turned your kitchen into a bomb site only to have crumbs left as evidence, you start to wonder....if a cake gets eaten in a kitchen, and no one sees it, was it really baked?

From now on, I'm going to make a fuss about my baking, and make every week a tea party. I'm going to prove you can have your cake and eat it. The aim is to bake something different each week and give you a taste of the creations via this blog. Armed with my wooden spoon in one hand and an oven glove in the other, I am embarking on a journey that will take me to the final frontier of sugary delights. From the perils of Baked Alaska, to the glory of a Manchester Tart - who knows where this quest will lead! Join me to find out 'What Bridie Baked'....

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Cake 11 - Mint Choc Muffins


Hello, and welcome! This week I will be telling you the story of my delicious and delectable mint choc muffins. This recipe of my own creation was developed to raise money for the Parkinson’s Disease Society, and caused quite a sensation.

On 29th May 2010 the Parkinson’s Disease Society held an attic sale in the quaint village of Gwernaffield; North Wales, where even the constant drizzle couldn't stop hordes of people descending on the church hall. This day out provided much excitement for me given that my social life has been non-existent since my foot operation, and anyone who knows me knows I can't resist a bargain!
Like all attic sales, it proved to be an Aladdin’s cave of old tea pots, rejected teddy bears, Jilly Cooper novels, and once cherished Julie Andrews records. As well as the usual ‘bric a brac’ and the obligatory raffle, there was also a fabulous cake sale...which is where my mint choc muffins came in.

I was quietly confident that they would be a hit, as my taste panel of one (Tobey) had expressed that the mint aero pieces incorporated in the rich chocolate sponge, was a winning combination. Well, he didn’t use those words exactly, but you never hear them saying “Well nice” on Masterchef do you?

We arrived at the attic sale at half past ten. An ideal time to arrive at any destination with cake, as the Weetabix are wearing off and people are starting to think ‘elevenses’. I cut an odd figure with a flip flop on one foot and an ugly ass velcro shoe on the other, but I didn't let this hinder me in networking. I dropped off two bin bags of old clothes at one stall, greeted Tobey's Mum at another, and then used my crutch to part the crowds like Moses and the Red Sea, in order to get the shortest route back to the cake stall. Being an invalid does have its advantages.

I greeted the old lady who was in charge of cake selling, and gave her my muffins to arrange. She was a lovely old lady who reminded me of my own Grandma, but I eyed her with suspicion….I could tell it was going to be a case of cupcakes at dawn.

Ten minutes later, a scrum ensued around the cake table. At first I thought that a fight had broken out, but as I managed to force my way through the crumb cloud, I could see that my mint chocolate muffins had sold out, while the raisin shortbread and fairy cakes were still sitting there with jealous looks on their faces. My heart practically burst with pride.

This week a special thank you goes out to Lisa, for providing me with a variety of retro aprons. I am going to start modelling a different one each week, and you can rate them. I'm sure it wont be long now before the offers of merchandise deals start coming in!
Join me next week for a jazzy apron and yet more cake to go with it.

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