My Mum doesn’t bake very much, well not at all really, but this loaf she has been making it quite a lot lately. She has been changing the recipe each time she makes it, she has made fig ones and cranberry ones, this one though was my favourite apricot and prune. The recipe hails from good old New Zealand and is from G, a lady who for all my life has always been there for me. Its her 1 cup loaf, she puts in one cup of everything, its pretty healthy, well its probably the healthiest baked good to make it to this blog. My mum took out some of the sugar which I think made it even better for the apricot and prune one as the fruit are very sweet themselves. I hope you enjoy, I’m pretty sure you will.
Recipe
The Biggest Baddest Chocolate Cake Ever
Ok so this past week I have been pretty quiet on the blogging front, the truth be told I have been living in denial, you see last week, last saturday to be precise I turned the big Three Zero. My plan was to let my thirtieth birthday slip away quietly, I had planed on a quite night with a bottle of wine and some take out. That however was very far from what was about to happen. You see little did I know my sister had planed a surprise birthday party for me. She must have spent days planning it, she had made and assortment of cupcakes, biscuits and cakes. She said she wasn’t letting me hideout that my thirties had to be celebrated with a bang. So thank you to all the wonderful people that came and helped me see out my twenties and celebrate the beginning of my thirties.
Chocolate pin wheel bread
There is nothing more inviting than freshly cooked bread, that sweet aroma wafting through the house on a cold winters day. I remember many moons ago my parents were selling one of the many family homes I lived in as child, we moved around a lot. Dad decided to bake some bread, as after all thats what they tell you to do when selling a home. I guess its suppose to make it homely and invite you in and say sure sit down, this is where you can see yourself living. Well my dad isn’t much of a baker and he burnt the bread, so the house didn’t have that warm inviting smell instead it stank like a burnt oven. Luckily we had time to open the windows and let the burn vapours dissolve away. Someone did buy the house and we moved to our next home. When one door closes another opens they say.
Celebration Chocolate Cake