Anna: This is a real tea time thing to bake, the sort of cake you’d find on a fancy cake stand at Fortnum’s. As you were coming round specifically for tea it was only appropriate I baked this.
Anne: But you didn’t just bake this, you made cookies as well.
Anna: This is true. And you have also brought a variety of Waitrose’s finest baked goods. But teatime isn’t teatime without a bit of variety! Shall I prepare you a smorgasbord of high calorie delights?
Anne: Yes please. I did BMF this morning, so I think I’ve worked off enough calories to compensate.
Anna: Can’t say that I have, but I did bake these slices and the cookies which expended a degree of energy. What do you think?
Anne: Delicious! The coconut stuff is super sweet but it’s offset nicely by the tart raspberry. They are a bit mushy though.
Anna: I know! They were a bit of a nightmare to get out of the tin, let alone slice. In fact ‘slice’ is a rather ambitious name for these. It’s the raspberries in them. I knew it would make them go mushy and so they did. I’m not sure quite how to get round that, given they are raspberry slices.
Anne: They are still delicious.
Anna: Yes, but not very beautiful. I don’t think I can be bothered with making them again because of this. I will stick to my faithful cookies and brownies for now.
Anna: You know, this reminds me of the sort of cake you’d get at a village fair, with a cup of tea for a £1. All proceeds to the NSPCC or something.
Kirstin: What, you mean a BRITISH village fair?
Kirstin: That sort that you got during the War, in Downton Abbey? For cheering up the troops? Did Mrs Patmore make it?
Anna: Daisy made it. She wept into the batter as she thought of our William at the Front. Surrounded by Germans one minute, back in Downton the next.
Kirstin: But she doesn’t love William! Or… does… she??!!
Anna: So, we’re agreed then. This cake is as British as Downton Abbey.
Kirstin: And possibly a little bit drier than it could be. I feel it should be moister.
Anna: Just living up to its wartime village fete image then. Haven’t you heard of rationing?
PostScript: We baked this last week before the tragic news of our William’s passing. Poor Daisy!
Anna: Yum, yum, yum!
Peter: Why have you decided to make banana bread today? It’s not something you’ve made that often before.
Anna: Because I have been craving it for weeks. And I haven’t made it much before as you told me you don’t like banana bread. Do you this?
Peter: I’m not a fan of mushy bananas.
Anna: You can hardly call this mushy bananas! It’s a bread. Flavoured with bananas. With crunchy walnuts and sultanas in it. Besides, I didn’t see you leaving it on your plate. It seems to have disappeared….
Peter: This reminds me of Australia where they are very big on banana bread.
Anna: You’re right! And it reminds me of my childhood. My mother used to make banana bread and the taste of it takes me back 30 years. I need all the help I can get these days. Will you be taking a slice to work.
Peter: I will, but will I smell of booze at my desk? There’s certainly alcohol in this.
Anna: Just a bit of rum, that’s all. This was so easy I’ll be making it again!