It’s Monday – a semi-retirement day, and an appropriate day to bake the Christmas cake. Abandon any ideas of little old ladies cosily enveloped in warm, Christmassy smells as they briskly bake a time-honoured recipe.
Oh, I’ve researched this cake. ‘Himself’ was told he was pre-diabetic a while ago. More recently, it appeared this wasn’t quite right – he’s pre-pre-diabetic. (A term I’ve probably invented – you’re welcome!) Anyway, a huge, hugely calorific and sugar-laden Christmas cake didn’t sound very sensible. You can imagine the glee with which he contemplated a Christmas without treats.
One of my first career ideas, aged 13, was to be a nutritionist. That went by the board when I realised I’d need to take biology. Who’d have thought I’d end up devising pre-pre-diabetic Christmas cakes in semi-retirement!
I took to the internet for recipes. Oh, I found diabetic fruitcakes, all right. But I couldn’t see how something baked with carrot, banana, courgette and apple would keep as long as something with dried fruit. I reflected ruefully that Mrs Patmore, the fictional Downton Abbey’s cook, probably never saw such an apparently bizarre ingredient list! (Indeed, the real, fin de siècle Scots whom I’ve been researching might not even have had a Christmas cake – Scots Presbyterians made virtually nothing of Christmas, but had a right good knees-up at Hogmanay – New Year’s Eve.)

Back to the drawing board. More of the dried fruit with lower sugar content (marginally!). Cut out the treacle. Splenda instead of sugar. Rapeseed oil instead of butter. Wider tin so we get more, smaller portions …
I left the fresh fruit and veg in the fridge. Another time!
Working with two recipes, one of them using American cup measurements, posed its own problems. How much butter is a cupful, and how much oil replaces it? Google sorted that out. I measured water into various cups before realising I could use the measuring jug itself. Hey-ho.
Meanwhile Himself, almost (albeit reluctantly) resigned to a no-cake Christmas, has agreed fairly willingly to a new concept:-
Portion control.

(I was going to say, watch this space! But the scoundrel has just beetled off to demolish a KitKat …)

