Yesterday was S's birthday. He had a 'relaxing' day at home with Jack (who was sick) and then we met up for dinner at Mudgeegong. Diane made some delicious curries and I made the worst sponge cake of my life. S had had a hankering for a sponge (we should have gone for the echidna ice cream cake that Jack was plumping for) and I made one on Monday night. but it sank in the middle. I used a scone cutter to cut out small sponges so we could all have individual ones with cream and jam or lemon butter. It was not one of my finest culinary moments but Jack still enjoyed blowing out the candles. Probably why he blew them out three times.
Happy Birthday Mr B!
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