It's got carrots in it, so it's healthy. It also has pecan nuts instead of walnuts as I think these are the only nuts now that don't provoke a reaction in me. I had chocolate brazils in February and suffered. Previously these went down fine, I'm very peed off as I adore chocolate brazils.
It has crossed my mind that chocolate may be an issue so I'm trying to avoid it. To be honest I'd miss it less than nuts on the whole. My waistline can only benefit, and it needs the benefit at the moment.
This is the carrot cake from Jane Brocket's Vintage Cakes book, hardly modified at all, which is unusual for me. The topping has cream cheese in it and when I came to get the pack out of the fridge there was an issue. I'd bought it with black pepper in. Which at the time I remember fancying on some crackers-it hadn't been intended for a cake.
Cheese triangles to the rescue. They worked a treat in case you're wondering, nice and tangy.
Well, that's a week gone of the holiday and I feel like I've wasted so much time. This always happens. It's still way too cold to work outside and I'm trying not to go out to places where I'll spend money, which is almost everywhere these days. I should be clearing out a room upstairs, should as in that's what I'd planned, but ennui set in on that the last few times I've attempted it. I'm not really sure why, but think it has to do with a lot of my past being stored in there.
I've got rid of a lot of mementoes, the accumulated stuff of anniversaries of this and that, things that won't be wanted by either side. But shared 'stuff' runs to boxes and boxes. Record and CD collections, record players (amps, speakers), dinner services, books, where to start? The temptation to order a skip is very strong.
While it all sits there the frustrations caused by it, and life in general, also sit there. I know all I need to do is get my backside in gear, but then I know a lot of things and never do anything about them either. I just dread getting to some point in the future and being faced with the whole mountain instead of just a hillock. Such is life, or at least a life with too much stuff in it.
In the end, I could fill a small van with the things that I really couldn't live without, a very small van. If only it were that simple.