I'm still alive!!

I tried my Rout-Cakes and they were quite lovely, if I do say so myself. The taste wasn't half bad, and even the texture was decent, though I should have baked them slightly less. And, more importantly, after eating them, I'm still alive.

Mum ate several, at my urging, and agreed that they were good.

My father even tried them, and he liked them too.

And, believe it or not, they were a huge hit with my niece and nephews, who came for a visit the other day! Usually they are rather choosy in their selection of food, but they bravely sampled the cakes...then begged for more!! I couldn't believe it! My niece Hattie smiled hugely when I told her I was bringing some to our next re-enactment (THIS FRIDAY!!!!!!), my nephew Gary demolished his and said pleadingly, "I'd really like some more. Please can I have another one? Please?", and my other nephew Jerry took one bite, wrapped his piece up in a napkin, and said in a precious little sugar-laden voice, "I like this. I'm saving it!"

Later on when I gave them more, they gasped and their eyes lit up. They gobbled the Rout-Cakes as fast as ever they could, then smiled.

Wow! I think I have a hit on my hands here. No wonder Jack loved his Rout-Cakes! I love them too, and I think my family has been won over. Huzzah!!!