…well, almost. I’d forgotten to buy sugar and milk, but found some sugar at home; and the powdered milk had gone bad so I subbed powdered buttermilk (at 1/3 cup of this ingredient it’s not that critical a sub)—

The consistency is that of one large somewhat soupy cookie. I forgot to say sift the flour, and did, and that may have made a diff between soupy and stiff. It wouldn’t spread to the edges of the cake pan, cold, but once baking it rose nicely as a roughly 2″ sheet cake.

Icing went well, except the milk, as aforesaid, and the fact I thought I might crack my old measuring cup, which has seen a lot of knocks, by pouring boiling sugar into it, so I went the other way and poured powdered sugar into the boiling brown sugar—wrong. I then spent a while beating heck out of it getting lumps out and may have caused a mild grittiness to the icing (crystallization due to delay in pouring and setting, also the beating)—

I’ve forgotten what fun cooking is, however, especially on a recipe I haven’t done for fifty-five years. And I never have done the icing part. Adventures, adventures. I love watching the chef-reality-shows, because they teach so much technique…but because I’m always on a diet I almost never get to actually use what I learn.

Anyway, we’re going to have cake. Lots of cake. With brown sugar icing.

And we’re of the opening-Christmas-in-the-morning bent. I think I might thaw some real bacon. Or maybe stir up some pancakes. When we bust a diet we do it with complete sincerity!
We’ll be back to the diet bit for at least a week!