Two words. Chocolate. Cake.

I went down to Live for the last event of the new writing festival having left the two halves of this cake sitting in their tins. I wasn't wholly convinced that they'd end up resembling the cake Ruby had requested for her party tomorrow. My trusty Jamie Oliver recipe doesn't seem to like the rubbish oven we have in our house and it's taken to sinking in the middle each time I attempt it (the recipe says 180, the oven dial says 180, the sagging middles says too hot).

When I got back I decided not to lose heart and with a little careful positioning to hide the sag, a lovely rich ganache and a few well placed marshmallows I think I've gotten away with it. We'll see. The proof of the pudding and all that.