For some reason I have been craving cake this past week (must be genetic), so I decided to bake one in the evening. Donné said to halve the recipe, so I carefully made sure that all the quantities were right. Good stuff, into the oven that goes. Donné tastes the left over mixture and says there is something wrong with it, and it definitely had a bit of a bitter taste to it.

They came out a bit flatter than expected, and I over cooked them slightly, but that’s okay because it’s going to taste good. I taste the cake….and something is not right. Donné says she thinks I messed up the quantities, and they should have risen more. Hmmm, pretty sure I got the quantities right. Donné tastes the cake again and says, “There is something wrong with the oil in this cake – it tastes like popcorn. What oil did you use?” The only oil in the cupboard….so I go and take a closer look at the oil and what is that floating around at the bottom? Little bits of roasted potato. #cakefail, I used old oil. Wrong cupboard, wrong oil. Neither of us even knew we had old oil in the house.

It looks innocuous

Fortunately Donné kindly made me a cake the next day, which was very delicious.