Only one of my cookbooks sold (to relist? to pawn at the secondhand bookshop?) but a set of cake tins, with their own little storage tray, sold for $23. The excitement got to be a little too much, so I went downstairs and made a cake. The butter did that weird thing it does sometimes, and leaked out the bottom of the pan, leaving a rather smoky oven. But when I sat down to eat it, $23 richer, it turned out to be as good a cake as I am capable of making without dislocating any joints. Cool background, huh? It always makes me think of licorice allsorts. The trays are quite cute too, and attracted many views, 17 watchers and 21 bids. God bless the autobid. Two bidders battled it out early this afternoon, and then the first bidder swooped in later on to claim the prize.
Let us return to the topic of Ladies, A Plate. No post by me would be complete without a reference to this book, would it? I suspect that many others have been captivated by the photographs of old baking equipment, and these tins must fit the bill for some. I wouldn’t own a couple of gem irons and a set of cream horns if it weren’t for Alexa Johnston, and every now and then I flirt with the idea of purchasing some patty tins. I’m tempted to pick up any baking equipment I see in the opshops now and sell it on. Oh. Except that I hate that sort of thing. But there is clearly a market for it.
I hope my cake tins are going to a kitchen where they will get lots of use, and not languish on top of the fridge as they have here.