I belong to a cake club. You probably aren't surprised, and probably also already know that. It's similar to a book-club, in that you all get together to chat, but you bake a cake to a set theme. Then you eat all the cakes and talk about them. Seriously.
We decided to go off-piste this meeting (I love the sound of that phrase. It conjures up breaking-of-rules, and being a dare-devil. I never went off-piste when skiing, as it was usually the black runs that had the off-piste areas, and they were challenging enough as it was. Although actually, I think Dad and I did go off-piste once when I was in my later teens. It was at Mt Hotham, and the run was the Blue Ribbon and I'm sure if you skied directly under the chairlift that was technically off-piste. I tell you, those moguls were huge! Ahhh, great times) and go mini. Petit Fours was the theme, and go small but many was the instruction.
I ummmed and ahhhed over what exactly to bake/bring this time. Cupcakes are smaller than cake, but I couldn't decide which flavour. Cookies are smaller than cake, but again I had trouble deciding which ones. Then I had a brainwave, whilst reading an email. Brownies bites. With peanut butter! A la the late, great Betty Crocker. And a star was born.
Other bakers brought mini cupcakes, whoopie pies, chocolate dipped fondants, macarons, baked donuts and so on. Mmmm, mmmm...
And H came in later with some super-tasty mini eclairs, in chocolate or caramel
We had a few new members this meeting, and here we can see some of them licking their fingers in delight, and giggling at whatever funny thing one another may have said. Oooh, cake club - another winning evening!