Tonight is story-to-film night (I’ll explain later) and it’s my turn to make the cake. I wanted to make something nice and summery, and remembered Delia Smith’s classic lime and coconut recipes from way back. However when I Googled them, her updated recipe calls for coconut powder and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get it locally. So I searched on and found two recipes which looked good – one from BBC and one from a proprietary brand of evaporated milk, yes Carnation of course, is there any other brand of same?
I took the two recipes with me to a lovely concert on Fri night at Dunfermline Abbey – Cappella Nova doing a formidably-well researched and executed rendition of mediaeval music about Robert the Bruce (start of Bruce Festival in Dunfermline). My friend Shirley is my culinary guru and she thought both recipes were feasible, with no hidden shocks. Then I took them to Glasgow yesterday for lunch with my friend Grace, who favoured the more elaborate of the two. So when I got off the bus last night I called in at the supermarket before going home to collect the requisite ingredients – limes, creamed coconut, dessicated coconut.
Alas, no limes. And further alas, no creamed coconut either – apparently it’s discontinued – why? Must enquire. Anyway I consulted the recipes again and decided to do the simpler one, with lemon instead of lime, as it didn’t call for creamed coconut. So much for choosing a nice seasonal cake, I bet Delia Smith never has this problem.
When I got to making it this afternoon I thought I might have copied it down wrongly because it contains NO SUGAR – apart from the icing on top. So I double checked and sure enough, this is a sugar-free cake. I thought there might be sugar added to both the dessicated coconut and the evaporated milk – but there wasn’t. So let’s hope it goes down okay. Our little group of friends have all been reading ‘Heart of Darkness’ by Joseph Conrad and will tonight be watching the film of the story – ‘Apocalypse Now.’ So if the cake’s a disaster I’ll claim it’s Apocalypse Cake, specially created for the occasion. The recipe incidentally was really easy – link provided – and I’ll let you know how it tastes but hope it’s good because it would be an easy addition to my very small and rather rustic cake repertoire.
And I can’t resist adding the famous little Carnation milk poem which was written by a woman who had worked hard in dairies all her life and entered it for a slogan competition:
Carnation milk is best of all,
No tits to pull, no shit to haul;
No buckets to wash, no hay to pitch,
Just poke a hole in the son-of-a-bitch!