It all started about 2 months ago, when my husband, Marc, got peckish one Sunday afternoon.
I'm supposed to be working today, but I'm too cold. So I'm going to sit at home with a coffee, wrapped in my big feather/down quilt and blog, since I have horribly neglected my blog for a good two weeks now. Because I have chosen to not work, and be lazy, this is a very expensive post indeed. Oh well.
Before I go further, I must warn you that this post isn't about scrapbooking so much, but it IS about something about which I want to scrap about! Did that sentence make sense?? As I've said before, I like to get the story out on this blog, then go back as use it for my scrapbooking inspiration when I'm ready to do the layout.
Second warning. Don't continue reading if you are hungry, or if you are on a diet. I would be both of these things, so luckily I am writing this, not reading.
So back to the story. Marc got peckish. Marc has always loved homemade baked goods (I try to make a batch of his favourite cookies on his birthday) and he is not afraid to get into the kitchen himself to satisfy his own culinary desires! I love to watch him bake. He is one of those cooks that is very perfect and meticulous, and measures every ingredient exactly. Unlike me who just chucks approximate amounts in and hopes for the best.
A quick bit of background. Marc is very academic. He is one of those very intelligent brainiac types, and is a uni lecturer (What he is doing with me? No one knows.) He also loves church history. If we were to go away and needed light reading, he would take a commentary or 'church history Volume IX', and I would take a scrapbooking magazine. He is working on a theological PhD. He knows everything about the Reformation, and how Henry XIIIth started his own church, the Church of England church, because he wanted a divorce (true story).
We went to Europe in our early 20's, back when we had no children and were traveling as cheap as we could with just a backpack. He told me all about some guy called John Calvin, and who did what historical thing, as we roamed through all the cathedrals. We stood in St Peters square, and I was informed about a whole LOT of Pope history. (The correct term would be 'Papal history'- see, I do know something?).
For Amelia's birthday last year, Marc wanted to have a Pope Party. "Come dressed as your favourite Pope!". Can you imagine that on a kids invitation? The neighbourhood would have all run away screaming, and Amelia would have had to change schools, for sure. If they didn't run screaming, imagine little Pope's, actually arriving carrying birthday presents! So you get the drift. Ask him any question on Church history and he will know it. He has been on panels, where people ask him questions off the cuff, and he wrote/published a small book in response to the Divinci Code. I know that he is slightly unusual, and is not like other husbands, who fix the dripping tap, or take pride in whippersnipping their lawns, but I love him anyway. He is arty, and creative, and he is very very funny. That always helps as I walk past my unkept lawn.
So on this particular Sunday afternoon, he was leafing through a recent Donna Hay Magazine issue looking for something yummy to bake, and he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. He said to me: Look. At. THIS!

He is gobsmacked. A Cathedral cake.
Church history in a CAKE!!
Does it get any better? Apparently not. He's like 'I want to make that!'. And I'm explaining that unfortunately we don't have a cathedral cake tin (!) but I will have a look at the shops next time I am there.
So he settles for making some small cakes in our friand shaped cake tins. They look cooler than round muffin tins. I explain that they aren't actually friands, cause they are a different type of cake, they just look like friands. Okay.

These small cakes were cinnamon sugar coated maple apple cakes and they were so DIVINE. They were so so yummy, especially when they were warm. Recipe below.
He made these friand shaped cakes for a couple of weeks, and also tried his hand at the chocolate orange marble cake that was over the page in the magazine.

It was based mostly on dark chocolate, butter and cream, and was SO rich we nearly died!! It took us two weeks to get through, making any person who walked through our door eat some before they were allowed to leave.
Meanwhile I am secretly trying unsuccessfully to find the cathedral cake tin. I looked at the department stores around us, some specialty kitchen shops, and even went into to city, thinking the big department shops would have it there. No. After much secret google searching I finally found the one store in Sydney that stocks the thing. It is about 40minutes North of the city (I live 40 minutes south of the city) but it was literally 500 metres away from where I went away on a conference last weekend. I didn't tell him I had found it, in case, heaven forbid they were out of stock or something! I get to this gorgeous store, called Alfresco Emporium, and I find the almighty cathedral cake tin. In fact, I found two. The big one, that makes the big cake, and some little ones, almost like big muffins, in the shape of little cathedrals! Too cute. How could I choose? I bought both. I accidently also bought a much needed food processor while I was there. I come home from the weekend, totally excited with my find, laden with shopping bags. I walk in the door and Marc looks concerned at all the shopping, saying "I thought you were at a conference??". I said, "take a look at what I found for you!!"
Yes. He was a very happy man. It was hard to explain to the other women at the conference why I was walking around with a cathedral cake tin for my husband!
So last Thursday, he had a day off, and he tried it out.


Oh yeah. It was Awesome. And the actual cake, a dark spiced coffee cake was TO DIE FOR. I was dying, eating the small sliver that my diet allowed. Just. Okay, so it didn't really 'allow' but who could resist???
Then he went straight onto making the above mentioned 'cinnamon sugar coated maple apple cakes' into the smaller tins.


In the smaller tins there were 2 cathedrals, and the other 4 were other shapes. By the time I took this photo..

...he had grabbed the two little cathedral cakes and was off out the door to take them to a friends house to catch up over coffee. The friend is a wannabe gourmet chef, so I think he would have appreciated the small cathedral cakes!
Why my husband still looks darn good, and isn't the size of a small boat, I will never know. I am really careful what I eat, and I go for small jogs while he bakes cakes. People come up to us, and say "Hey Marc, you're looking good, have you been working out?" AARRGGHH! So annoying. It actually seriously happens at least once a week. As he has a beer or two, some hot chips for lunch and a baked good, while I drink my water, and eat a carrot stick, and then go for a jog! The injustice of it all. Perhaps men are just constitutionally made better. Or they can hide it easier. Either way, it's so not fair.
By the way, here are the recipes to the two fabulous baked thingys that I have been talking about. Will have to double click on image to make it readable. The last ingredient on the second recipe is 'sugar'. These pages have been extremely well used over the last 2 months. I hope I don't get in trouble, or worse, sued, by Donna Hay. I am plugging your magazine, Donna. It is awesome, and I'm giving you full credit!! Consider this free advertising. These cakes were from issue No. 44. This is the one non-scrap magazine that I subscribe to! Love it.

