So.
Today I discovered that perhaps you get what you pay for.
I walked into school and was faffing about at a bin, putting some rubbish in while trying to switch the bag on my shoulder and move the cake carrier from one hand to another. Somehow I must have clipped the catch on one side of the cake carrier. I was previously concerned about how easily they opened, but put it down to paranoia.
Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean that your Lemon Drizzle Cake won't end up on the ground.
Cake came tumbling out, smashed to pieces.
I salvaged the bits on top which I didn't think had made content with the pavement, then picked the rest up and scattered it over the verge - let the birds get cavities, why not indeed.
However, the good news is that although I wrote a note explaining why it was a dis-assembled cake, and warning that I could not 100% guarantee that it was safe ("eat at your own risk" I puts) 2/3 of it was eaten, and I was complimented very highly by Mrs W who said every cake of mine got better and better and this was the best yet, despite the exploded serving fashion.
She also assured me that Lemon Drizzle cake should be sweet. Go figure.
Oh and they never got to see the mess it was in before it was dropped and I got lots of sympathy AND praise for my stoicism. I guess it won't work every week though.
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