Anyway, I would spend Sunday morning dressed in regulation black (ironically of course) reading the (broadsheet never tabloid- come on) newspaper, drinking lattes (was never quite sophisticated enough to go espresso) and nibbling at a flavour explosion that is tarte citron which is inner suburb dialect for lemon tart.
I used this recipe and it was surprisingly easy. Easy and the ingredients were doable even up here in non-fancy supermarket land.
It was a little too delicious though.
And when M and A said they preferred zucchini cake and K said it was a bit rich for him... well I ended up eating criminal amounts of it.
But then I had to make up for all those years of paying $5 a slice for something that I could have and definitely should have made before now.
And it was almost kind of still within a coo-ee of my birthday, right?
Warning- bad home-made amateur food porn shot follows: