It’s completely out of character and I don’t know why, but somedays I get the irresistable urge to cook something, and today was one of those days.
Believe me, I’m not talking beans on toast, but the real deal – enormous Moroccan Tagines, Cous-cous for 8p (that’s people, not pence), spicy Spanish chicken stuffed with par-boiled lemons, and so on.
You name it, and ratty – locked in a creative frenzy – will knock it up !
Today I was feeling a bit cream-crackered, so decided to do something a bit simple.
A CHOCOLATE SPONGE !
I’ve never done one before, but what could be simpler than a chocolate sponge? I downloaded the recipe from the internet (I can’t work without a recipe, I have a head like a sieve). (Sieve – geddit? Never mind . . .)
I preheated the oven to the required temperature, carefully measured all the ingredients, melted the chocolate and whisked everything together and poured the lot into a lightly buttered and floured cake tin.
I then popped it into the oven for the recommended 12 – 14 minutes.
When the time was up, I opened the oven and was greeted with a delicious smell and the sight of a perfecly risen sponge with the top crust just beginning to crack.
With trembling oven gloves I took it out of the oven and placed it onto the kitchen surface, whereupon I cut off a piece to discover that, under that tempting surface was – GOO !
Imagine hot chocolate soup . . .
FFS ! ! !
