A very indulgent chocolate drip cake. Three tiers of Victoria sponge, sandwiched together with buttercream icing, covered with buttercream icing with white chocolate ganache poured over the top with lots of Maltesers for decoration – oh – and some edible glitter as well. My dripping went a little too far but stopped short of running over.
Pink, green and purple. Not brilliant but am getting used to the food colouring gels – they don’t match the colour of the label on the pot.
The cupcakes and chocolate sponge with coffee buttercream topping.
Here’s little Gracie. I recently posted about shouty man who said ‘He’d know what to do about her if she came into his garden again’ after finding a dead bird and believing her to be responsible and how less than a week later she had a length of her tail degloved. She is, of course, the only cat for miles and miles – said nobody round here ever. He obviously doesn’t see the 50-odd cats line dancing round his flower beds and plant pots every day.
Anyway, the fur is growing back now, just as the vet said it would. I thought she was going to have a bald patch. You can see where her tail looks thinner in the middle but it’s so much better now.
This is Gracie in front of the fire.
Her and Jess have a comfy, squashy bed right beside the hearth.
I went hookey again and made another pair of these dolly-sized bootees. The wool is a mohair mix with sequins. Sparkles.