Cakes, remembered

There is a lovely boy celebrating his 11th birthday in Swaziland today, and if I were there I would bake him a cake. Instead, a stroll down cake lane…
This was for him, from the candles, I’m guessing at 8 years? He requested a bat, and this was the best I could do. I remember great irritation at not being able to find black food colouring…

For a niece, whose birthday coincided with Easter.

For my mother, a lavender and olive oil cake. Perhaps the best I have ever made.

The great Moroccan serpent coil, phyllo wrapped around nuts and cinnamon and other Middle Eastern goodies.

Some desperate decoration.

The chocolate ego.