|Porridge cake! Delicious or what!|
He's working on his Chef's badge at Cubs, and although most of the serious graft is done at Cubs, he's been motivated to get cooking at home. It's not as if he hasn't ever been allowed in the kitchen before, but he's bravely trying some recipes unaided which results in some minor culinary mishaps. Simple things like cracking an egg can be challenging to the inexperienced hand; raw egg appeared on the floor so was put to use conditioning the wooden floorboards.
The biggest error of judgement came when the little lad got up before the rest of us and kindly decided he'd cook porridge for our breakfast. He heaped four cereal bowls with porridge oats, tipped them into a pan, added some milk and I came downstairs to find him grappling manfully with a huge glutinous mass.
My food saving skills are not at their best at 7.15am but when I revisited the disaster zone after work, my initial idea for a food rescue was flapjack. Margarine and syrup were melted and the soggy oats added, but the mixture was gloopy rather than flapjacky. Quick rethink...a sort of Parkin type affair (for a recipe try Sue at The Quince Tree's; click here.) In went an egg and some flour.
It all looked so promising when it came out of the oven, even though we'd run out of ginger so it was a cinnamon parkin instead. Icing made the whole thing look even more attractive.
Final evaluation? It won't be a recipe that I'm recommending anyone to follow due to its intense stodginess, unless they're undertaking an extreme sporting activity such as trekking to the South Pole, in which case it might be the ideal low GI dose of calories and carbohydrate. Please feel free to email me if this is the case! I had one piece and needed to go for a walk around the block before I could contemplate doing anything else. Husband also had one slice and announced he wouldn't be requiring an evening meal. Son ate some, and declared it delicious, but I think this was just to deflect attention from the fact that he had caused the whole oaty mess in the first place.
A few more pieces have been eaten, more out of sheer disbelief that any cake could be quite so dense than for the love of porridge cake, and it will put in an appearance at Sunday lunch tomorrow with stewed apples and custard, but we really won't be sorry to see the back of this food save!