Bookwitch

Can a blog have a birthday? Or is it me who has the birthday? Whatever, the witch and her blog has made it to one year, today. I looked at my statistics (and I don’t mean waist measurement, you know) and I have written 300 posts, which I find a pleasingly round sort of figure. Couldn’t have managed anything that exact if I’d tried. Even more impressively, I’d have had to deal with 7578 bits of spam if it hadn’t been for whatever it is that shoots to kill.

What I’d really like is some green cake. This isn’t some peculiar witch food, but actually what Swedes like best. I believe that the most popular cake sold or made is Prinsesstårta, which is covered in green marzipan. (To go off on a tangent here, the Offspring and I once watched a children’s television programme in Sweden, which was all about a man sitting down and staring at and eating a green marzipan covered piece of cake. We never did get the point of that, and wondered if tastes in children’s television had gone downhill dramatically.)

As yesterday was pancake day (I mean Shrove Tuesday) we actually have some pancakes left over. And on Sunday we “Shrove Tuesdayed” it for the Swedes here, by baking them a semla, which is a sweet bun filled with almond paste and topped with cream. Now, it so happens we have cream left over, too. That means we are ideally placed to make Findus’ pancake cake, at long last.

As I started my 301st post I had no idea I’d be waffling on about sweet treats quite so much, but then some posts do take even me by surprise. I’ll attempt to be more literary by tomorrow.

Thank you everyone! I couldn’t have made it without you.