Rubbish Tuesday

Linking up with Roan for Rubbish Tuesday.

When you set yourself up as a bit of a baker you have to expect that people are going to call on you when a cake needs making.

Well, that's fine by me because there's nothing I like more than faffing around in the kitchen and creating something delicious for people I love.

I'm not an expert and I have my fair share of disasters and, to be honest, my cakes often taste so much better than they look and as long as people want to eat my cakes then I'll carry on making them :-)

Last week Miss Mac turned 15 and I made her a strawberry and white chocolate cake:

My niece and her husband came to visit for the Bank Holiday weekend and, as it had been his birthday on the Friday I offered to make a cake.  Apparently chocolate mud cake is his absolute favourite.  Not something I'd made before but a quick search on google came up with a recipe and the end result was this:

A cake containing 500g of chocolate!  Practically gives me a heart attack just looking at it!

Anyway, this post isn't really about cake (although cake is often on my mind ....)  it's about rubbish, or, to be more precise:

' The idea is to post a photograph of anything old and/or deteriorating i.e. house, barn, outbuilding, something rusty, antiques, interesting junk, or something in pristine condition, but just plain old.'

While none of make cakes tend to fortunately make it to the 'old' stage I do like a bit of kitchenalia and it's the first thing I look out for if I'm wandering around a car boot sale or charity shop.

A few weeks ago I found these:

A set of Salter kitchen scales - I totally love them, I've no idea how old they are but as all the measurements are imperial I'm guessing that they could be early 70's, still in perfect condition and they scrubbed up pretty well.  I still tend to think in lb and oz anyway, I guess that's as a result of having mostly been taught to cook by my Grandmother so they suit me perfectly.

I also recently found this:

A proper old fashioned hand whisk with a wooden handle which again took me right back to my Grandmothers kitchen.  I'm not really a gadget person, I like my cooking to be hands on and even a bit of hard work, I like to feel like it's me rather than a machine that's created something.

Finally, my last piece of 'junk' was actually dug up in the garden of a friends house:

After rescuing it from the bin I gave it a wash and a little bit of research confirmed that this bit of cast iron (which weighs a ton!) is for making welsh cakes - so I gave it a shot:

And they tasted pretty good - I'm also thinking that they would be great for making American pancakes or drop scones in ...

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