This last week or so have been quite tough, and the coming ones aren’t shaping up particularly well, either.
What to do?
Well, baking a cake often helps.
So, that’s what I did today, cashing in half a day’s holiday tucked away for a rainy day and heading off home in the wind and through the ridiculous-for-a-Monday-lunchtime traffic with some vague idea about making something from that David Lebovitzbook I wrote about the other week.
There’s a recipe in there for a maple and walnut pear cake, and those in the know will realise the significance of maple syrup in the context of our current situation, so it had to be that, made with a particular bottle of maple syrup, couriered personally from Canada a few weeks ago by my Dad. It’s a big bottle, nobody will be surprised to learn.
So, to the cake.
This is a cake with a bottom that ends up on the top, a layer of maple syrup and walnuts under, then over a layer of pears, sitting on top of a light cinnamon cake. With any luck, some of that maple syrup will leak through the pears into the cake itself when you turn it out.





