My mother has only ever had two critical things to say about Chocolates in the Ocean. From my sternest critic, I always found that rather disconcerting, like she was missing something.
- It’s difficult for her to read it and separate it from me because she knows me so well. I wonder if E.L. James’ mother has the same problem.
- There are too many cakes.
Apparently one of her friends made the same cake comment, but her daughter-in-law loved everything about it. My father suggested that I put all the cakes into a book. A cook book to be precise.
I wondered if Comment No. 1 is part of the reason why it has taken me so long to make significant progress with the sequel. Anne goes to some much darker places in Chocolates On My Pillow and part of me doesn’t want my mother to know where I’ve been.
As for the second part, I’ll take it under advisement and control any excessive leisurely caking baking. Although since Anne ends up as a … no spoilers … I can’t take them all out. But there are few things I enjoy more than baking and I think our passions will always spill over into other areas of our lives. I need an excuse to bake more cakes. On that note, I’ve decided to do a weekly baking post.
Sundays, I think. Then you can skip that day if you’re also averse to too many cakes 🙂
Since this Sunday will be New Year’s Eve, I know I’ll be baking anyway, so it’s a perfect place to start.
Good think I saved all those recipes on Pinterest!
P.S. I know this post should have been called Let Them Eat Cake, but my French Revolutionary passion would never forgive me for quoting something attributed to Marie Antoinette.