yes sir, I can boogie..

I made a second attempt at a fruit cake. And this time I cannot entirely blame the oven. I fell asleep. But all was not as tragic as before. With the knife weilding action of a klansmen in his prime, I removed the darker brown areas. Once I sliced it up, it looked remarkably cake like. Ok, so it had the texture of the sawdust from the bottom of a rodents cage, but not as moist. Still, good looks count in this world.

And, in a moment of complete insanity from the judges at the Crown, it won. Yes, I am, once again, current 'Master Baker of oakengates'. Like an aging Rocky I have regained my title after years in the baking wilderness. Best of all, I held that wastrel (and ocasional teacher of dustpan technology) Jim to second place. Ok, so his entry was far better than mine. Indeed, I preferred all the other entries, except my discus, to the winner. But the judges descision is final. I am the champion. God like & glorious. THE master baker.

And there was free beer. free beer. Oh yeah baby.

So, the next baking contest at the Crown is on Easter saturday. Hot cross buns. Where I shall be defending my title against allcomers. Bring it on, bring it on.