Well, Luker’s birthday is right around the corner. Time to get my bake on. Those of you who read my blog know that Luker is pretty into boxed cake, despite my love of homemade cookin’.
This year, I asked him what he wanted and he immediately responded “Funfetti.” Obviously. But then he sat for a moment deep in thought. I have this killer vegetarian cookbook that a friend’s parents gave us when we got married. It has all kinds of recipes…including desserts.
“How about spotted dick?” He said laughing, referring to this o-so-fabu cookbook. I thought it was funny too. Spotted dick. What about that is not funny? Exactly.
I’ve looked at the recipe a million times, but never actually made it. I somehow can’t imagine making one and then having the in-laws over: “Here, have a piece of my warm, spotted dick,” I’d say as I brushed my hands on my apron.
But this time, I’m goin’ for it. That’s right people, thanks to Luker’s birthday, we’ll be eating our first spotted dick.
