Tomorrow my Dad is coming over for dinner. He’s asked that I not cook, probably because he heard the last time I hosted dinner it had ended in tears, but to just bake him a fruity cake. This is his first official visit to our flat, in it’s ready and habitable state (the last time he came round the floor had just been done, and we had no plants) so of course I’m not going to not cook. However, in contrast to last time, this dinner is very low pressure, and will probably be more fun, because my Dad is so chilled out. Also, thanks to my secret santa from last Xmas, I have more than enough plates this time round so won’t need to stand by the kitchen sink all night.
Scanning the cake archives of my blog, I’ve decided to go with a variation of my mango and almond traybake. With mangos not yet in season, I’ll be substituting either apples or pears, and maybe add a crumb topping. I don’t know. I’m too excited to think it through just now, and the smell of cleaning fluid is messing with my head. My Dad, and I, have always had a preference for fruity cakes, but with my brothers and sisters also joining us tomorrow I know they’ll miss the chocolate. Well, tough. This dinner is for my Dad. I’ll just keep them quiet with extra helpings of my lasagna (lasagne?) and sweet potato fries.
Conor’s recently taken to drinking bucketfuls of green tea. He even takes it to work with him. He also likes pears but is allergic to the skin. Some days he’ll sit on the sofa with a sharp knife and carve out the insides, simultaneously showing off his knife skills and stressing me out over him losing a finger in the process. This recipe was for him….