Banana Cake Doorstop

Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

Nothing like this but I love flamingos

I used to make a very nice banana cake. On one very odd occasion I made one, got it out of the oven, let it cool.

My then brother-in-law had popped round, really nice guy, still think of him and wish him well, so I went out to see if the cake was ready for cutting.

I couldn’t even get a knife into it. It was literally like a brick.

I just walked into the lounge, pushed the door back, and used the cake as a doorstop. It at least fed a good giggle.

I used to be a good cook, now I burn most things and am so out of practice that I don’t even know what I’d like to eat.

I’ve never been a foodie. Between the ages of two and three I ate only three digestive biscuits a day. After several visits to the doctor with my frantic mother he just said “Barbara she’s the only child in her class I haven’t seen this year. She’s perfectly well, she will eat what she fancies and what she eats will do her good.”

To this day I do that. I would never offer dietary advice, but we are so bombarded with different food advice nowadays that it’s more about how foods affect you than just enjoying a meal.

Oldies will remember the eggs are evil, followed by an explosion of bad cholesterol, and an “oops, actually they lower bad cholesterol”.

We know we should eat fruit and drink fruit juice right? Dentists freak!

“You’re not eating fruit are you! Or starting your day with a healthy glass of fresh orange with bits in it? An apple?! Are you insane?! All your teeth will fall out and then you won’t be able to eat anything!

Yep, what you fancy does you good, worrying doesn’t, and always carry a toothbrush! A bottle of water. Something to spit into. A towel to dry your face and hands. A box for the brush…

Oh what the heck! Have your dentist on speed dial and go out and enjoy life!

Happy day

Deb xx

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

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