When dreams come true

I've wanted to bake a mango cake ever since I bought the baking cookbook "Backvergnügen wie noch nie", back in the late 1980s (in Vienna). The problem was: there were no mangoes to have here, in the Wild East.

A few decades later there were mangoes, but there were crazy expensive (they still are), and rock hard, so that slicing them the way the recipe required would only be possible with a chainsaw - which I didn't have (still don't).

But then Lidl marched in triumphantly, and in one of their theme weeks (the Asian one) they had canned mango puree and canned mango slices. Crazy expensive, of course, but I decided that I didn't care. This was my chance to bake that dratted mango cake, after three decades of baking, and I was baking it, regardless of the costs.

And this is the result:



( Ridiculous details for fellow bakers )

As for the rest of the day, I took down the dried washing, improvised a rather odd lunch from boiled potatoes, cubed ham, one egg and grated cheese, all thrown together in a frying pan. With that, all food rests had been put to good use. And it was rather good, too! We still have some of the leftover soup for tomorrow, where cake will follow. *g*

Crafting-wise I've finished three more teddy keyring back panels - only five more to go. Tomorrow will be hectic, as it is our scheduled day for the cleaning frenzy, plus we are running out of bread, so I might have to hop down to Lidl, at the very least, after the battle has been fought. *sigh*

My antivirus programme runs out today. I hope my neighbour the IT guy will have sorted out his issues tomorrow and I can get the new one. *fingers crossed*