It was our Hairdresser Friend who suggested we make Christmas cakes together. A few discussions about masterbaking in our kitchen ensued. A day and time was arranged. HDF would take her cake mix home to bake it in her own oven. They were going to be single mixes but at the last minute it was agreed to double the ingredients and then divide the mix.
It was a really nice afternoon and R prepared and served a dip with savoury biscuits, cheese. He also made some rather pretty drinks, Ginsecco, that is pink gin, pink prosecco wine, ice and pink lemonade, decorated with strawberries and a slice of lemon. I am not much of one for cocktails but I had a second one. HDF loved the drink.
I cut up the glace cherries and manged the pot of fruit and other ingredients on the stove. I helped with measurements, as the recipe was taken from various sources. A shot of brandy is an ounce, nay 30 ml. A pound of butter is a bit under half a kilo. No R, 400 g of brown sugar will not fit into a cup sitting on the scales. No R, 300 ml of brandy won't fit into that measuring jug. I was so terribly helpful. They couldn't have done it without my knowledgeable advice.
I left the masterbakers to their masterbaking and went to my bedroom to my own device as Master Bruno in Bratislava wanted to tell me what terrible things he would like to do to me. You know, he wanted to ....!!! Oh dear. I am an innocent young boy.
HDF was prepared to leave a bit before six, leaving us to watch the old person's six o'clock commercial tv news. I was supposed to go down with her but the single working lift was not working. She walked down the stairs carrying her left over ingredients and cake batter. She came back into the building and left the visitor parking permit in our mail box.
It is many many months since someone else has been in our apartment. We will give it a good airing tomorrow.