The Hostess of the Humble Bungalow posted a recipe for fruitcake the other day. I'm not a fan, but the man I love really enjoys it, so I make it for him. He doesn't like it too sweet, nor full of citrus peel. I have a dark cake I usually make, but this recipe sounded good.
So I chopped the fruit, poured the brandy over it, stirred it occasionally and let it sit overnight. I toasted the nuts (using almonds in place of pine nuts), and let them cool. I cut the marzipan into cubes and put it onto a plate and into the freezer. I let the butter soften on the counter top overnight.
I carefully buttered the pans and lined them with parchment paper.
The next morning, I creamed, measured, stirred and inhaled the wonderful scents of spices, brandied fruit and buttery goodness. I spooned the mixture into the pans and set them into the oven to bake. Ah, what a glorious scent.
When the baking time was nearly complete, I had a horrid thought.
Yes, Yours Truly had forgotten the marzipan in the freezer. And those marzipan cubes are what intrigued me in the first place.
The cake is still delicious - I had a piece myself. And the marzipan cubes are good for nibbling on. But I think I'll put them away for another use.