Sarah-the-flatmate had a birthday this week, so I made her a cake. (With the help of Fiona-the-Relay-Worker.)
It tasted fine, but it didn’t look at all nice: weirdly-shaped and messy icing, which wasn’t made any better by the crazy rainbow of glitter sprinkles that I shoved on top.
I didn’t watch The Great British Bake-Off (since it is a reality tv show, and I consider reality tv to be in the top five worst inventions in the world) but apparently there was a contestant on this series, called Ruby, who would always complain that her baking wasn’t good enough. My calling my cake ‘ugly’ was bordering on ‘Ruby-like’ behaviour, which, I am reliably informed, is not a compliment, but what can I do? Truth is truth.
Judge for yourself. Behold, the ugly cake:
In summary: ugly.