Cakey McRhubarbFace (or: more adventures with rhubarb)

Rhubarb crumble cake slices.

Dad’s off to Brighton tomorrow. He’s taking fresh rhubarb. He’s taking Rhubarb’s Marmalade. I’m doing a last ditch attempt to send more rhubarb down in cake form.

As such, this evening I baked up Rhubarb Crumble Cake from Jane’s Patisserie. I’d never been to Jane’s site before, but the recipe randomly showed up on the news/links section of the Chrome homepage on my phone this morning. Probably not that randomly, really, as I’ve been searching ‘OMG, WTF DO I DO WITH ALL THIS RHUBARB, GOOGLE?!’ and lo, Google decided that it would provide. Anyhow, it looked simple and tasty, so I thought ‘who am I to pass on this sign from the gods?’ and I went for it.

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The Birbs (or lack thereof)

Birds hate me taking photographs of them. They make every attempt to scupper pictures. They’ll turn their backs on me at the last second and flash their backsides in a series of continuous shots, then fly off. Or they’ll hide behind the bird feeder. Case in point.

Bird hiding behind a feeder. Bird hiding behind a feeder.

That’s just cheeky, to be perfectly honest.

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