Plain sponge cake receipe to do in roast tin!

ned03, Dec 9, 7:19pm
I have my daghters cake to make and want a good plain sponge recipe that fits in a roast tin - Rectangle any one help please! thanks very much

harrislucinda, Dec 9, 7:43pm
shouldbeabletoputanyrecipeintoaroasttinHowdeepdoyou wanttomakeit !

ned03, Dec 10, 7:20pm
urrm quite deep enough to put jam and icing on top! thanks for any recipes

ned03, Dec 10, 9:13pm
anyone! please

harrislucinda, Dec 10, 10:09pm
you candoubleorput2mixturestogether2eggs1/2cup sugar1/2cupflour1tlbspcornflour1tspbp1tlbspbutter1tlbspboilingwater

ned03, Dec 10, 10:14pm
is the above receipe for 1 mixture!

harrislucinda, Dec 10, 10:49pm

harrislucinda, Dec 11, 4:04am
howdid thisturnoutforyou!

guest, Jan 11, 10:27am
BION I'm imrepssed! Cool post!

guest, Jan 13, 2:09pm
to me. I swayed with the crowd, fully undatsrending the Spanish expressions that rolled through the thick, hazy air. It was hard to believe that I was actually in Colombia, not to mention my most recent months spent traveling across the globe. The heavy smell of gasoline and rain reminded me of Richmond. I stepped out onto the terrace, glimpsing the darkening sky and ogling the palm embellished skyline. I then noticed how casually dressed everyone was, maybe I was at the wrong address. No, there were too many familiar faces here. A few people greeted me with the traditional kiss on the cheek and a quick hello. I couldn't help but admire how rhythmically the women's hips moved to the beat. The way the men led in a salsa dance was so powerful yet elegant. I stood along the edge of the festivities, watching the blinking strobe lights transform the shadow of movement into people and back again. Someone in the swarm of bodies snatched my arm, the flashing lights revealing to me a slender, brunette woman. It was just Marcela, a lovely girl from the island of Santa Marta. We had met years ago and she was presently my business associate as well as good friend. She towed me through the pulsing mass of dancers, clumsily shoving a few people along the way. I found myself in the center of the crowd; the lights went out and the music stopped. A tall, mustached man came out carrying what looked like a large package above his head. Once he reached Marcela, the people around me began to chant, "Feliz cumpleaf1os a ti, feliz cumpleaf1os a ti". It was the Spanish translation of the Happy Birthday song. "I was supposed to be here on business," I said laughing. She simply threw her hands up, shrugging her shoulders, as if to say "I don't know. It wasn't me." We were here for our newly founded studio, K.M Photography and Design. Marcela and I had many connections throughout Colombia that were helping our business soar. When we met, Marcela was a transfer student who came from her hometown to study business at Virginia Commonwealth University. I was an optimistic freshman looking to major in graphic design. We happened to be in the same inquiry class. Marcela and I bonded immediately, even with the slight language barrier. "We can take one night off for your birthday, can't we?" she asked charmingly. The party tonight was supposed to be a formal event concerning K.M, so my attire bore a professional feel that was unnatural in my current setting. I looked down at my stiletto heels, blushing a bit for disregarding my own birthday. "All right, but we have to make sure to send that paperwork to Mr. Rincon by Monday and to return the call from Chrome Imaging about the..." I went on, only to be cut off by Marcela's reassuring tone. "Korrin, you know that we are weeks ahead on our paperwork and all the orders have been sent for printing. Let's just enjoy the night!" She had always been so laid back, even hippy-like, which was very uncommon for a business major. That's probably why we have always worked so well together, our contrasting personalities provided us with a perfect balance. A gigantic cake was presented to me with twenty-eight flickering candles. I shifted towards the towering dessert and closed my eyes, attempting to make a wish. But what else could I possibly ask for? My business was taking off splendidly, my family and friends were healthy, and I've never been so happy. Besides, I was much too old for this. So without a wish, I blew out every purple candle, hoping that my future would be as wonderful as my present and past.

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