I have been visiting Daisy Banks on various blog sites to celebrate the release of her forthcoming book Valentine's Kisses, where she has tempted me with little snippets from her story. Now, she's made my mouth water with the thought of Fairy Cakes.
Welcome Daisy, come on in and talk food.
All my blogs in this tour are about Fairies, fairy legend and lore.
Legends say fairies are fond of some forms of mortal foods. Butter, freshly baked bread, fresh milk and cream are in the list as favourites. There are tales of fairies stealing these things or accepting gifts of them.
I do know a tale where a fairy granted the wish of one woman for a child in exchange for a loaf of bread.
There are also cases of warnings for people to leave a little in their glass, be it mead or milk, always leave a drop for the fairies. Never take the last apple, plum or pear from your tree, leave one or two for the fairies. On baking day, along with your usual creations, bake a little something as a gift for the fairies.
I have to say my family didn’t follow this piece of fairy lore and as you know from my other blogs in this tour, we often had evidence of a fairy presence in my parent’s house.
The most important warning concerning fairy food is, if the fairies offer you food and you accept and eat or drink it, you will be lost to the fairy kingdom. There are lots of stories of those who eat fairy food being enchanted by it, lured away and never returning to their mortal homes.
Some tales say fairy food is magical in many ways and makes the person who eats it see things that aren’t true. One story tells of an old man who finds himself at a fairy feast where he drinks and gorges himself on all manner of fine things. But come the dawn the spell of fairy magic is broken and the old man finds himself seated in a stinking bog gnawing on a broken root. Fairy food, it is said, is not to be trusted.
Food and drink play a big part in my story Valentine Wishes, as you will see when you read the story. I thought that as the story has a Valentine theme some fairy cakes suitable for a Valentine party might be nice addition to this blog. You will, of course have to bake them, and if you wish you can make a little extra for the fairies.
Fairy Cake Sponge to make 12 cakes.
· 2 eggs
· 115g sugar
· 115g self-raising flour
· 115g butter, melted
Preheat oven to 180 degrees C /Gas 4 and prepare a 12-hole bun/muffin tin with paper baking cases.
Whisk together the eggs and sugar until light and fluffy.
Gradually add the flour and the melted butter, gently folding the mixture together.
Pour the mixture evenly into the paper cases.
Bake the buns for 10-15 minutes, until golden on top and a skewer inserted carefully into one of the buns comes out clean. Allow to cool for ten minutes on a wire rack before removing from tin.
The fun part with fairy cakes is how you decorate them. Do enjoy.
Valentine Wishes published by Liquid Silver Books will be released on the 10th of February. You can pre-order a copy here and get an early bird discount.
Here is a little snippet from the story to tempt you.
So far, since Poppy found the three girls, life here had been fun. Being so vibrant and young, energy simply oozed from them. The parties her mortals hosted entranced her. At each event, she sat under a leaf in the garden and sucked energy to her heart’s content. She did wish she could find a way to help them, even if only a little. The trio seemed to be such good mortals, providing flowers and sweet-scented plants in their garden, and they fed the birds at a very pretty bird table. These mortals really cared about their garden.
The strangest thing was though, since her arrival, not once had one of them made a direct wish for anything. They seemed not to need any help with romance. She’d seen young men arrive to meet them and whisk them off in cars on a regular basis.
Perhaps, as it’s soon to be the most special romantic time of year, I might get the chance to grant a few wishes. Her worst dread remained a too real prospect. One day she would go back to the fairy court and have to tell everyone she’d done nothing at all to help her chosen mortals. She shivered at the thought, for such a confession would be a huge humiliation. The critical expressions some fairies could wear were savage. She’d seen a lot of those before she left on fly about.
Don’t think about that! Think about good things. She breathed out a huge sigh. The good things always seemed to revolve around one fairy, one utterly gorgeous, heart stoppingly perfect fairy, who didn’t criticize in the way the others did. She sighed again. Perhaps he never said anything about the disasters because he never noticed me at all. She had to have some successful wishes to speak about when she returned. I won’t go back until I have.
The fairy courtiers had come to expect tales of triumph in all dealings with mortals. I must do something to make the lot of at least one of my mortals more bearable, or I risk more than ridicule. If her majesty isn’t impressed I could be banished to the top of some Christmas tree for decades. Worse though, what if he knew? I’d want to dissolve in shame. She gave a shudder and tried to dismiss the image of the reason for her fly about and her venture into the world of mortals.
I’ve spent enough time thinking of him.