Pink cake

The day Dad died, I was caring for youngest granddaughter. We needed to cheer ourselves up, so we decided to make cake. “Pink cake”, Granddaughter insisted.

So we set to work, making a basic sponge for cup cakes. We found some red food colouring. We knew we had to add it sparingly, but even one drop created a garish fuchsia colour. We ploughed on, rejoicing in our pink cake, and ate them for tea with the boys.

The pink theme continued, we had pink Prosecco at the funeral reception and whenever I want to celebrate something in Dad’s life, I now make pink cake.

I looked for the definitive recipe. Pink velvet cake was too complicated for something I wanted to be able to make quickly. Pink Lady cake relies on white cake mix and Jell-O, not quite what I wanted, but I like the idea of adding gelatine to a cake mixture.

So, necessity being the mother of invention, here’s my recipe:

PINK CAKE (based on a standard sponge mixture)
In memory of Bob

INGREDIENTS
For each egg used you will need.:
1 egg (makes 8 cup cakes or 4 muffins)
Weight of the egg in butter, sugar and self raising flour
5 drops pink Silver Spoon Colour Creator
20g each chocolate chips and mini marshmallows

180C

Put cake cases in a cake tray. 

Make up the cake batter in the usual way, folding in the chips and mallows at the end. 

Half fill the cake cases and cook for 10 to 12 minutes. 

If you decide to make a tray bake or cake, by multiplying up the ingredients, the cooking time will be longer. 

If you use a different food colouring, add carefully. One drop might do. 

I’m sure that the recipe will change over the years, but it’s a start. I loved the way the pink marshmallows left an intense pink trail when they melted and the crispness that they added to the finished cake.

Songs we sing – other people’s

Not all our songs are made up. The grandkids have favourite cds that we have to play in the car. My only defence is that I play them on shuffle, so we never know what is coming next. They sing along, even if, to the annoyance of their siblings, they sing the wrong words.

There was the sunny summer day when we drove down Chislehurst High Street listening to a cd and belting out “One Way, Jesus” http://www.lyricsbox.com/hillsong-united-lyrics-one-way-tmpqprq.html at the tops of our voices. Just because we could.

Granddaughter and Grandson introduced us to a CD that came with a book of songs for kids. The favourite was “I am a C”. You can get the words here, http://dltk-bible.com/i_am_a_c.htm although we did not know about the second verse. You can also see it on YouTube.

On the same cd there was a version of “I’ve got the joy”, http://dltk-bible.com/ive_got_the_joy.html (again we did not know all the verses) which had us in hysterics. On the cd a child sings “where?” after each line in a very distinctive voice, which youngest granddaughter was convinced was “meow” for quite a long time, and she could not be dissuaded.

Granddaughter picks up phrases of songs and sings them over and over again, like a broken record. Sometimes we can identify what she is singing and help her to sing the whole song; other times, she just drives us crazy!

Grandsons are big Michael Jackson fans. What is it about boys and Michael Jackson? Put Thriller on and immediately they are dancing round the room. These boys are so inspired they have even acquired the appropriate clothes to wear.

Over the years I have acquired a collection of CDs in my car, referred to as “old”, “new” or by the colour of the CD, and they vocally vote for the CD they want to hear. But when I want to calm things down, I put on ClassicFM and ban talking. If it works, they fall asleep.