Cake Wars

It was my birthday last week. B made me a cake. It was a  Victoria Sponge. It was probably the best cake I have ever had, which made me happy. But also sad. It was a great success and with four of us, plus a slice for the next door neighbour who is always bringing the children vegan jam tarts she makes specially because she is not vegan, it didn't last long. By the time I thought to get a photo it was gone. 

But that's not why I was sad. It was because I thought I made the best cake. I have made the last few and because of their success and tastiness, I thought I was in charge. But clearly not. Granted, I have never made a Victoria Sponge, I make a chocolate layer cake with vanilla filling but they are comparable.

Neither of us have spoken out loud about it and we are very polite about each other's cake making but I think we have a covert cake war in our house. I believe I'm losing but I'm not going to admit it and maybe I can convince B otherwise.  As with a lot of things in life, you just need a bit of unjustified confidence to pull you through - a bit of swagger. But apart from that tactic, the only thing I have going in my favour as far as I can see is my consistency and B's lack of it. I will follow a recipe to the letter, whereas B will not. She will investigate and experiment so we always have variation and while this worked well for her this time, maybe it won't next time.

I thought about asking our neighbour who has tasted both our cakes. I'll say bluntly, "So is B's cake better than mine then?" If I say it with just the right amount of threat she's not going to say yes is she? 

It's our daughter's birthday next week...