Yesterday, at 11.00am, we had an invitation to drive into the country and eat cake at 2.00pm. 'Ganz spontan' (completely spontaneous), Kirstin assured us despite giving us three hours warning. It was only once we were each presented with a piece of plum cake that was only slightly smaller than a king-sized bed that we realised one needs to go into training to eat cake. It would have been helpful had we eaten nothing for the previous three days and in this sense I suppose it was a completely spontaneous invitation. Sadly I showed myself up to be a cake-eating lightweight when I suggested that, given the sizes of the portions, each couple could have shared a piece.
I imagine the recipe goes as follows:
2 tons yeast pastry
4 tons plums
2 tons butter
2 tons sugar
27 litres cream
Bake in an oven the size of the Albert Hall and then serve in a wheelbarrow. For those wishing to be dainty, provide a shovel.