The Infinity Cake: It just growed like Topsy

As I type, I am eating a piece of cheese that had the name Ilchester Cheese Chuckles on the wrapper. It's been that sort of day.

For a portion of this afternoon I have been unaccountably tired, but I seem to have got my second wind, now. Just as well, I guess, since colonel_maxim's party has started two flights downstairs and I ought to put in more than just my recent fleeting appearance. That fleeting appearance is the reason for this entry. ellefurtle has been baking again. Actually she has been mixing cake batter again. Baking is a work in progress.

The middle of the cake after an hour-and-a-half of baking in the big round baking tin, is remaining obstinately uncooked. Like magma, it is pushing the crust ever higher higher. The cake tin is about three inches deep, maybe three and a half. The middle of the cake has risen to that height at least once. After forty or so minutes, when the cake (ostensibly a marble cake) had taken on the appearance of the world's largest American muffin¹, Furtle trimmed the top off as it had started to singe. Ten minutes ago we went back down on what was the ninety minute mark. The inside is still hot, chocolaty, magma and the muffin top had reappeared. We trimmed that off, too². The next approach, to stop the top burning (or growing), was to move the cake lower down the oven. I suspect that may just slow the inevitable growth down. I believe Furtle has invented the Infinity Cake and that as long as we can keep cooking it, it will simply grow, the roiling centre pushing ever more crust upwards until we trim and eat it.

I hope we can because the other option is to call out The British Experimental Rocket Group and turn the problem over to Professor Quatermass.



¹In English usage at least. The Americans call them English muffins despite the fact they are nothing like a muffin. Will no-one take ownership of these huge teacakes that spill out over the top in a mushroom shape?

²And very tasty it was.

The Infinity Cake: It just growed like Topsy

As I type, I am eating a piece of cheese that had the name Ilchester Cheese Chuckles on the wrapper. It's been that sort of day.

For a portion of this afternoon I have been unaccountably tired, but I seem to have got my second wind, now. Just as well, I guess, since colonel_maxim's party has started two flights downstairs and I ought to put in more than just my recent fleeting appearance. That fleeting appearance is the reason for this entry. ellefurtle has been baking again. Actually she has been mixing cake batter again. Baking is a work in progress.

The middle of the cake after an hour-and-a-half of baking in the big round baking tin, is remaining obstinately uncooked. Like magma, it is pushing the crust ever higher higher. The cake tin is about three inches deep, maybe three and a half. The middle of the cake has risen to that height at least once. After forty or so minutes, when the cake (ostensibly a marble cake) had taken on the appearance of the world's largest American muffin¹, Furtle trimmed the top off as it had started to singe. Ten minutes ago we went back down on what was the ninety minute mark. The inside is still hot, chocolaty, magma and the muffin top had reappeared. We trimmed that off, too². The next approach, to stop the top burning (or growing), was to move the cake lower down the oven. I suspect that may just slow the inevitable growth down. I believe Furtle has invented the Infinity Cake and that as long as we can keep cooking it, it will simply grow, the roiling centre pushing ever more crust upwards until we trim and eat it.

I hope we can because the other option is to call out The British Experimental Rocket Group and turn the problem over to Professor Quatermass.



¹In English usage at least. The Americans call them English muffins despite the fact they are nothing like a muffin. Will no-one take ownership of these huge teacakes that spill out over the top in a mushroom shape?

²And very tasty it was.