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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Cinnamon Finger Tea Cake

With first day of the new school year tomorrow, it can only mean one thing - it's cake baking time!

As you'll see, things didn't exactly work out as I intended, although it wasn't without it's fun.

Today I assisted Miss4. After keen observation of my daughter's cake baking technique I've given the instructions as per how she bakes.

You will need:
She's all "I made this" and thinking she's ever so clever.

Cake -
60g butter
1/3 cup caster sugar
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
pinch of salt
1 1/4 cups self-raising flour
1/2 cup milk

Topping -
1 teaspoon butter
2 teaspoons sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon

1. Help dad grab out all the ingredients. Drop milk. Clean up. Put finger in butter. Lick.

2. Beat butter and sugar to a cream. Taste. Add vanilla. Taste. Beat some more. Taste again.

3. Add the egg and beat well, pausing to taste every two seconds or so. goes the finger. Again.
Mixing away well until.....
4. Alternatively add sifted salt & flour and the milk. Say, "I just better taste a little bit again" and dig your finger in. Screw up face when finger delivers mouthful of flour to lips. Beat some more until flour is mixed in with wet mixture. Taste. Taste some more. When dad takes over the beating because you've essentially stopped and are just making a meal of it use both hands to maximize tasting.

5. Pour what is left of the mixture into a greased tin and commandeer bowl, beaters and spatula for intense licking.

6. Continue licking, ignoring dad while he bakes the cake at 160 degrees for 20 minutes.

7. Disappear into the lounge room to watch Pokemon with big brother while dad turns the cake onto a rack, brushes the cake with butter and then sprinkles with cinnamon and sugar.

8. Tell all and sundry you're very clever and have made a cake. Don't forget to have a taste of the cake.

An hour later, this is all that's left of the cake so I guess I'll be
baking another one tonight when the munchkins are asleep.

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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.


His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).


Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.


His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

 If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.


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