I really should have worn my pedometer. It would have been so very interesting to see just how many steps I trotted this morning. My faithful, but largely ignored, Aid to Fitness would not have believed it.
As instructed, I turned up at The Old Palace at precisely 9 a.m. Mr B was most surprised to see me roll downstairs so much earlier than usual; he had completely forgotten that I had a date with a Coffee Morning. You
would have thought he would have been reminded by the decorative presence on the breakfast bar of my Victoria sponge (yes, I know, yet another one. Some day I will branch out into a more adventurous cake. Mr B has his eye on the Divine Delia's Banana and Walnut
cake which takes up the next page to the Victoria sponge. I will let you know if and when I chance it.)
I have much to thank the Divine Delia for. Up until a year ago I would never, ever have made a cake for
a stall at a Coffee Morning. I would have been afraid my efforts simply would not be good (or edible) enough. With Delia as my mentor, I confidently offered to bring a home-made cake for sale. You would, indeed, have been proud of the airy nonchalance with
which I made this Culinary Offer.
I'd parked round the corner from The Old Palace where I hoped I wouldn't find myself boxed in when I came to leave at the end of the morning. This showed admirable foresight
on my part - except that it meant I had a short, but stressful, walk trying to hold my cake steady in one hand while not letting the protective silver foil with which I had covered it, blow away in the wind. We made it in the end, relatively unscathed, my
cake and I.
The Coffee Morning, organised by my lovely and indefatigable friend Sue, was in aid of the Children's Society. There was an Easter Egg Hunt for the littl'uns; a Songs from the Musicals Quiz for
the theatrical; a Cake Stall for the hungry; a Bring and Buy table for the bargain hunters; and a Prize Draw for the Chronically Hopeful. What more could anyone want? I deposited my cake at one end of the appropriate table where I could keep a watchful eye
on whether anyone bought it at the ticket price of a princely £3.
I was on "Teas and Coffees" which you have to admit was an excellent choice for me. There were a good few of us gathering in the kitchen
but then we were expecting to cater for quite a crowd. This was what we had to do. As people entered the hall and took a seat at one of the tables (decorated with colourful cloths and vases of Spring flowers) we had to take their order of tea or coffee. However
we were not to pounce on them before they sat down - they had to have time to buy raffle tickets, peruse the books, jigsaws and other excitements on the Bring and Buy stall and (of course) inspect the offerings on the cake stall, taking particular notice,
I trusted, of the Victoria sponge with tiny sweet eggs sprinkled all over its iced top.
Having taken their order, we would return to the kitchen to fetch a tray bearing their drinks of choice plus a small
plate holding a selection of small cakes from which we would invite them to make a selection. Much discussion took place in the kitchen beforehand about what we should do if our customers wanted more than the one drink and one cake to which their £1
admission entitled them. Apparently last year plates of cakes were placed on each table and lots of people took more than one! I try to remember back to last year's event when I was a late arrival - did I help myself to an extra cake? I do hope I didn't but
it's difficult to be sure. Especially for one such as I who is Always Thinking of her Stomach.
It was quite a trek between kitchen and hall. If I could help out at a Coffee Morning every day I reckon I would
easily meet the daily target of 10,000 steps. It would be Exercise With A Purpose and all the better for that.
At 11.30 a.m. we had the Songs from the Musicals Quiz. I should have been good at this, though
I say so myself as shouldn't, but I really, really needed Mr B's help. Had he been with me, I reckon we would have carried all before us. Having failed at the Music Quiz, I next tried my hand at Naming the Panda, choosing "Steven" in honour of My Boy. The
correct name turned out to be An-An which I thought a trifle unimaginative though obviously I wouldn't dream of saying so in case it sounded like Sour Grapes. Or, presumably, Sour Bamboo Shoots.
I didn't win
the raffle either, but then I never expected I would. One of the prize winners was a sweet girl from the Children's Society - how good it is when a charity actually sends a representative to a fund-raising event rather than just waiting for a cheque to arrive.
Oh, yes, and someone bought my cake.
I think I can safely say that this was a Morning Very Well Spent.