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Matthew Usmar Lauder, the man who cooked the cake.

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The delicious cake.

Here it is what you’ve all been waiting for Matthews delicious flourless chocolate cake. ENJOY!

150 ml olive oil
50 grams cacao (or cocoa)
125 ml boiling water
Vanilla extract
150 grams ground almonds
Half  teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
Pinch salt
Cup of honey
3 eggs


1. Preheat oven 170
2. Oil tins
3. Mix water, cacao and vanilla – set aside
4. Combine ground almond, bicarbonate of soda and salt in a desperate bowl
5. Whisk/ mix eggs, olive oil and honey into a creamy texture (airated)
6.keep mixing- add the cacao mix
7. Finally fold in the almond mixture.
9. Bake for 20mins then check…

NB – this better under cooled than over cooked …

 

CLAIRE , PAU,, MONICA AND SOOTY AT THE ENTRANCE Every January my parents would pack the car with beach chairs, umbrellas, clothes, food, cricket balls, bats, monopoly and other games, and my father would drive the over loaded vehicle which also included, my Mum, brother Paul, sister Monica, Grandmother and I, north of Sydney. Yes, this was our annual holiday, 2 weeks in a house at The Entrance. We loved it, 2 weeks of being spoilt by our jolly Grandmother, 2 weeks of swimming and building sand castles and playing cricket, going roller skateing and fishing and having our Dad all to ourselves. Two weeks of what we saw as freedom. It was a chance for all of us play lots of games and to enjoy each others company. We ate meat pies and cakes and ice cream, it was heaven! One year we took our new kitten, Sooty with us. We children had no intention of leaving Sooty behind and thinking about this now I wonder just how traumatised Sooty must have been. We didn’t have a cat box so she fitted into the car where she could and as I remember, was quite vocal for the full length of our journey. At one point she vomited, car sickness, something Sooty and I had in common. We had our regular toilet stop about halfway to the Entrance and let Sooty out. She did a runner and we all had to do what we could to corral her back into the car, even Grandma joined in. We loved Sooty, she was our first pet. It was decided after that trip that it was probably best to leave Sooty at home and get a neighbour to feed her rather than to relive another traumatic trip. A photo of, my brother Paul, my sister Monica, me and Sooty from the 70’s, outside the holiday house at The Entrance.

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