A week has gone by and today, after a nasty virus that floored me, I am starting to feel pretty normal again. Normal service will shortly be resumed. I’m feeling so great in fact that I decided to be adventurous and attempt an egg free cake.
Bolstered by plenty of bloggers and sites telling me how easy it is to simply omit eggs and replace with vinegar or lemon juice and baking soda I set out on what seemed a simple task. I made the cake recipe as usual and switched the two eggs for 4 tablespoons of lemon juice and 2 of baking soda. I crossed my fingers and toes and hoped for the best.
I just checked on the cake and it’s kinda sunken in the middle. It smells like cake. I sure hope it tastes like cake as my other half did offer to drive to the M&S petrol station to get eggs a while ago now. Unfortunately for me I stubbornly resisted the easy route and embarked on this rather perilous one instead. Well done me. I’ve successfully made flour-less cake before (which was nicely fudgy) so why wouldn’t this work?
Illness does a weird thing to me. When I’m well again I think I can do anything. Like bake a pie (last night’s triumph, which turned out tasting like pie but looked like a pie that the Hulk had smashed).
I think I can now safely add egg-less cake to my collection of failed recipes (it joins my simply revolting crème fraiche fish pie). I’m normally great at baking, honest.
I’m about to try and taste it now the slightly offensive looking lump of “cake” has cooled a little. If it tastes OK I’ll be blogging again soon. If not then the loud sobbing you will hear will be me.