How are ya? Yeah, I mean you
Happy Paddy's day to you!
Two good friends of ours invited us for brunch at the weekend. There is nothing like a
extended breakfast on Sunday morning without the pressure of running out of the house
to get to work.
The couple both really like Ireland. Himself and I met through work in the West of Ireland.
I still remember how we got introduced to each other "Look he's from Switzerland too,
we think you should meet" :-)
So we did. And as we were the only two Swiss people in the company we just had to
What do you put into a proper Irish cake?
Guinness and Baileys. One for the lads and
one for the ladies.
Ground floor First floor Top floor
It's well known that sugar paste and cream do not get on at all.
I thought I could chance it, if I only applied some small pieces of
decoration. Surely that would be grand. Turns out it isn't. Not even the luck of the Irish is going to help you there.
The cake had spent the night on the balcony - that's one advantage
of the prolonged winter over here. You get a giant fridge outside your living room, which is just great when it comes to cake storage.
Anyway, I learned the hard way what cream does to your sugar paste. It eats it.
The result was a cake rescue operation on Sunday morning at 7.30 am. Luckily Shaun the Sheep survived and got transferred onto the cake again in one piece. Phew.
Driving around with a cake is always a little unnerving. My Irish man had to listen to several "Careful, the cake" hints from the passenger seat, which he commented matter of factly "I'm sorry but I have to get around the bend".
I suppose that's fair enough. Bends just seem a lot sharper with a cake sitting in your lap, a brand new navigation device to figure out and then your cake starts leaking. It should have spent some time in the fridge to harden the "rescue jam" but there just wasn't time. Damn Swiss punctuality.
But we all got there in one piece in the end :-)
Happy St. Patrick's Day everybody!