I mean, you can’t pass up birthday cake, right? I had a choice of two: Chocolate Ganache or Victoria Sponge. I went Victoria Sponge. You can never go wrong with a cake named after a queen. Although, according to Food Historian Prof. Earle:
“Although Victoria’s name is now inextricably linked to the eponymous sponge, she herself is unlikely ever to have turned her hand at baking” (see here)
Who knew a queen wouldn’t bake her own cakes! What a shocking revelation! Coins rolling out of her coffer, enough money to buy a hundred bakers, people falling over themselves to bake for the queen, and she chose not to make them herself. Truly surprising.
Apologies for blurred photo, I was trying to photograph the cake discretely. I failed.
Was it a cake? Yes. A cake fit for a queen. A Victorian queen.
More details please! Victoria Sponge from Grandad’s local bakery
Taste: You can’t really go wrong with a Victoria Sponge. It’s a safe cake. This was good, but not as good as the ones you can buy from a certain supermarket*
Taste rating: 5/10
Date eaten: Saturday 7th January
Days since last cake: 2. I’m not doing too well here!
* Waitrose. Shhh!