Seven Egg Monday

After a tiresome day at work; which today began by switching the power on and, to my horror, discovering a flickering light bulb  (this does not bode well for epileptics- allow your minds to conceptualize), what a dream it was arriving home to the smell of a richly baked cake..

 My (not so little) sister, (who is literally on the brink of overtaking me height-wise - which is a little embarrasing when you are twenty one and she is a whole six years younger), decided to pull out all the stops for her friends birthday. Unfortunately, having a birthday this time of year means there is a high possibility of spending birthday nights revisioning for the looming gcses in this case. Im very much doubting Ill be able to comment on it tasting as good as it smelt, although it certainly doesnt hurt to ask. With it being a seven egg monday too, im pretty certain she has used our chickens finest. Their yolks are a brightly coloured orange, tasting much richer and fresher than the ones at your local. I can only imagine how much richer theyve made the mixture! Far too much talk about cake, with not enough tasting is making me hungry so soon after dinner! I love the marbling effects going on too, almost a little work of art. 

Good work Sophie, she is going to love it - and if anything will make exam seasons a little less stressful, I think the meer, existing opportunity of enabling oneself to guzzle as much cake as possible - could well work :)