There are very few things that I would publicly state that I am connoisseur of, but cake is most definitely among them.
I very, very rarely say no to cake. If you want to know the way to my heart, it is a good lemon drizzle. Or fruit cake. Or Victoria sponge.
However, as much as I enjoy cake, I seem to be wholly incompetent at making them. I will one day go into the reasons that I do not do home baking but suffice to say the results are less this:
|Shamelessly pilfered from a talented friend|
And more this:
The people at BakerDays contacted me a few months back about reviewing one of their Letterbox cakes. They’re called Letterbox cakes because, get this, they fit through your letterbox.
Despite being a dedicated cake-for-any-and-all-occasions girl I thought it might be nice if I had it delivered in time for the baby’s first birthday. After all, no first birthday (nor any subsequent birthday) is complete without cake. I asked them if they would be willing to schedule me in and they were very accommodating. I got to pick a design and personalise it and best of all, they had a gluten free version to please my difficult little family. They also do a dairy-free one.
It came with a tin, candles, balloons, and a little card and some of those little blower things that I honestly can’t remember the name of:
Fortunately his sister, ever helpful and experienced in birthday cake, assisted. And lo and behold, the cake was served.
|Toddler likes cake|
|So does baby|
So the verdict?
It tasted lovely; for a gluten free cake especially, it was really good. Very moist and not crumbly like a lot of gluten free cake I’ve tried (and I’ve tried a few…).
I think they’re great. What could be better than getting one of these through the post instead of a birthday card? Plus I never know which stamp to stick on and neither does anyone else; there’s always one who doesn’t use the right one on their card and you have to go to the post office and pay a pound to get it. And they never have money in.