You know when you’re little and you have a bad experience of a certain type of food and you decide never to eat it again, well mine was carrot cake. I remember being eight years old, not a fussy eater, a lover of chocolate (that hasn’t changed) and in the mood for a piece of cake in my school canteen when I first tried carrot cake. It was absolutely horrible, a big slab of cake with big chunks of tough carrot squashed into a dry sponge. This was not my idea of a desert, I vowed never to have carrot cake again.
However the other week Craig and I decided to head down to Brixton to get something from the food market for lunch. But this wasn’t just any regular market day in Brixton it just so happened to be ‘the Great Brixton bake off!!’ I never even knew this existed but thank god it does. Rather than food stalls mapping out the stretch of the market, every stall, and there must have been at least 30 of them, was filled with cake and free samples of it too! It was absolutely amazing.
