Birthdays without cake are like Christmas without turkey, Easter without chocolate, pantomime without tights. Whether it be rich and gooey chocolate cake or sponge filled with jam and loaded with sweet, fluffy frosting; design and flavour in the eye of the one blowing out the candles.
The sharpness of this lemon cake filled with lemon curd and smothered in lemon butter cream is offset wonderfully with smooth, mellow walnuts.
Dawn prises its way through the gap in my curtain considerably later now. Dusk settles a little earlier. Department stores no longer drip with breezy silks and cotton, instead heavy with the weight of wool. Christmas is cropping up in pubs and restaurants: book your party now.
Summer has been one of extremes. Record breaking temperatures interrupted by dark skies and prolonged periods of pounding rain. Bram Stokers Dracula arriving en masse in gangs of bloodthirsty midge.
A Saturday – central Manchester. Damp hair growing frizzy; sitting in a café surrounded by customers seeking shelter from the barrage of umbrellas. Spying a misty impression of a rainbow, parting clouds lure me home: for something vibrant, something sweet, a nugget of evening summer sunshine.