Well, I guess it's confession time. As you may have twigged at some point, I happen to be Welsh. Now during the course of the average Welsh person's life, they will consume an amount of Welsh Cakes somewhat akin to the size of the bailout the Government had to put into Lloyds TSB. Particularly around St David's Day, on 1 March, when gazillions of them appear in all sorts of places (for example, if we host any sort of meeting at work, out they come). It's our patriotic duty don'tcha know? Even the currant averse usually aren't permitted to miss out. Now I do love a good Welsh Cake. There's a lovely little grocer shop by me which every now and again also sells these delicious little home made mini Welsh Cakes - soft and fluffy with just the right amount of caster sugar glistening on the outside. Cooked on a griddle so that there is a little crust on the outside. (And a well-used griddle is widely a family heirloom in Wales, lovingly handed down from one...
because everyone deserves a little sweetness in their life