Well I’ve been running my big fat ass off. I probably need to clarify that that is somewhat of an exaggeration.When I say run I mean jog and being totally truthful I walk when I can no longer breathe or be arsed. I have purchased a brilliant running machine from eBay and it was cheap as chips. So I can sweat and chafe like the unfit fattie that I am and no one can see me. Result. It’s just as well no one can see me because I acquired some of these stretchy running trouser things from Sainsburys. Wtf I was thinking I do not know. The last time I looked good in anything with lycra in it was 1982…………. I wanted to blend in with the sporty Mum’s at school, I think that was the thinking behind it. I wanted to be jaunty, down with the kids and florescent. Had I forgotten about the overhang on my knees? Had I forgotten about the crater like surface of my thighs and big old buttocks as flat as Galaxy Minstrels. Sweet Jesus woman think of the children. Fortunately it just took one quick look in the mirror for my faux pas to be realised and said trousers banished for use on my secret treadmill alone. My lower body requires the strength of a quality denim at all times in public and I have vowed never to forget this important fact again.
I am pleased to announce that my extensive back fat has all but gone. My sweaty stumblings are succesfully making some headway in removal of my Bubbles fat suit. However being the glass half empty person that I am I feel it makes my front bellies look even bigger and they seem to loosely sway and swing about even more than before. I need strapping down when I take to the treadmill just to be on the safe side…….something might tear or come off. But I’m digging deep and ploughing on (literally), especially as now I’m running I let myself eat much more cake. It’s only 2pm and I’ve already had three pieces of this Rhubarb Crumble Cake….with cream……once a fat bitch always a fat bitch…..
Tis the season for wonderful rhubarb at the mo and I have been inspired to make a Rhubarb Cake by my friend Helen at http://www.thecrazykitchen.co.uk. Her rhubarb cake looked bloody lush. I was also given an abundance of the stuff from good friend and avid gardener Matt. Apparently he had more than he knew what to do with. I should have taken him some cake as a thank you, but I ate it practically all myself. I have no shame.
I love the delicious combo of cinnamon, fruit and cake and I love the whole caboodle even more warm with cream. In fact this cake could just as easily be a pudding. Ideal for Sunday lunch. A serious cake for serious pleasure. The only trouble is once I start, I very quickly become a victim of my own gluttony, lost on a tidal wave of total snuffling pigginess. I could easily inhale the whole thing.
To sum up, this Rhubarb Cake is damn good, a light moist cinnamony cake with sweet and sharp rhubarb topped with a buttery, nubbley crumble. Enjoy, I know I and my three bellies did.