I love the Christmas tree stories, my Grandmother was the Queen of cakes, but also had some disasters.
Her icing was often so hard you needed a chainsaw to get into the cake, so even though it looked beautiful and tasted lovely, you had to be patient to get a slice.
One year my mum and her disappeared into the kitchen to cut the cake after food and a few sherries, half an hour we went to see where they were and found them giggling with all the knives in the house out trying to get through it.
Another year she'd made a snowy slope out of icing with polystyrene under it on the cake. There wasn't much room in the kitchen, so my Grandmother decided to store the uncut cake in the oven. My mum turned the oven on and it was only when we smelled a funny plasticky smell that we realised!
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Her icing was often so hard you needed a chainsaw to get into the cake, so even though it looked beautiful and tasted lovely, you had to be patient to get a slice.
One year my mum and her disappeared into the kitchen to cut the cake after food and a few sherries, half an hour we went to see where they were and found them giggling with all the knives in the house out trying to get through it.
Another year she'd made a snowy slope out of icing with polystyrene under it on the cake. There wasn't much room in the kitchen, so my Grandmother decided to store the uncut cake in the oven. My mum turned the oven on and it was only when we smelled a funny plasticky smell that we realised!