Sunday: This tiger cake, made by my friend, Mrs G, for her daughter's 3rd birthday party. After last year's effort, I am now forced to pay serious attention to the creeping suspicion that instead of being my occasionally chaotic, frequently late, resolutely human friend and kindred spirit, she is actually some kind of domestic-goddess automaton.
Monday: The Tate Modern cafe are celebrating spring with an inappropriately autumnal-looking rainbow of dips. Unfortunately, one of these is beetroot. For me, there is no vegetable more overrated. If I wanted to eat something that tasted exactly like soil, I'd... well, I would never want to do that, quite obviously. Full marks, [insert preferred school of evolutionary thought], I am frequently seduced into retrying it by its exciting colour scheme. There's still hundreds of years' work to be done on the flavour though.