I made a cake for someone last night and finished it early this morning. It was a chocolate Guinness cake. And it was beautiful!
So I went to work, on the train as usual. When I got to the office, I opened the cake box to check on the cake not expecting anything. The trip was uneventful. I didn’t swing the cake, I didn’t hit the box with anything, no one hit the box…it was a really good train journey.
So imagine the shock when I find the top layer of my cake cracked right through the middle with a section of it fallen off. My heart tumbled down to my tummy then broke a little during the journey down.
I had to make the difficult call to my friend to say the cake broke and that I couldn’t give the cake to her for her party.