How Marie Antoinette's cake started the French Revolution

There is an old saying that says . . . You can’t have your cake and eat it . . . .  but what this saying fails to point out is that you cant eat your cake unless you have a cake to eat in the first place. . . . . You can’t eat a cake you don’t have . . . makes more sense to me. Now I hear some of you saying what is he talking about, first he has a cake he is not planning to eat, then he says he is planning to eat the cake he has not got . . . . IS HE MAD. Well no.

            

You see yesterday unbeknown to yourselves because I did a sneaky and did not write it in my diary HAH HAHHAH HAHHAH Hahhah hah ah ahahhah ah (OOOooo no hang on I did), I made a cake. It was a birthday cake for Miss Barbara the wife of the Ghost Writer who says that if I ever mention her in my mad diary she will sue me for every penny . . .. . . . AH, luckily I have no money so PHEW. Anyway this was not just any cake because it is the first cake I have ever made. And believe it or not it is even edible I have tested it by eating loads of it to be sure it is OK I blamed the teeth marks on mice and antelope, mainly antelope as they have larger teeth.

I did have a recipe to follow but it all looked a bit complex so in the end thought as it was all going to end up in one cake anyway I may as well throw it all in one bowl and mix it up. Apparently I got wine and cake confused according to the dog and it is not traditional to use your feet to mix a cake, but the dog said it was OK because I kept my socks on so it would be fine and we could hide the bits of fluff under the icing.  That’s another thing why call it icing when it does not have ice in it, however I got round that by adding some Bisto which thickened the icing up again and gave it a nice sort of chocolate look. Dad said it is the best Gravy cake he has ever eaten and the Anchovies were an interesting surprise.   

After we had some of the cake, Mrs Ghost Writer said she may keep the cake because if we eat it we can’t keep it, and we need to remember the old saying. .. . . .  You can’t have your cake and eat it . . . . . and as it is truly unique it should be preserved as an example to show to others as an example of what can be done if you don’t follow instructions?

As a reward I got to dig a big hole out in the cold and wet to plant a pear tree that Miss Issy had bought as a present for Mrs Ghost Writer, and then was sent down into the large muddy wet cold hole to dig mud. It is not entirely what I was expecting having made such an interesting cake for everyone but on the plus side everyone said I could have more cake once I was allowed out of the hole. . . . . . . .YUM. Actually it is not the sort of cake you would eat loads of in one go and so I may need to go and lie down for a bit, we are off out later for a meal so that will be WELL COOL. I said I would take everyone there a slice of cake but everyone here has gone AAAAAAuuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhHHHHH a lot.

Apparently according to mum it was a cake just like mine that started the French Revolution when that Marie Antoinette said let them eat cake  . . . . .. WOW 

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