Saturday was a baking day. I made bread and a pound cake for friends that help us out all the time. So Sunday afternoon, I decided to make us one of our favorite pound cakes.
Five beautiful duck eggs and three cups of sugar later it went in the oven. It was a damp day and I knew I would have to watch carefully that it got done on the inside without getting too dry. Forty-five minutes later it was almost done so I set the timer for another five minutes. Thirty minutes later I didn’t hear the timer and was involved in something else and I ended up with this:
It doesn’t look that bad in this picture but it’s black down in the pan and so dry that I’m not sure the chickens will eat it. What am I thinking, those chickens will eat anything that doesn’t eat them first!!!
I guess that’s what I get for trying to do too many things at one time!!! I’ll start over today as soon as my butter is at room temperature.