Paranormal Kitchen Activities Week 6 - Fruit Cake Recipe & A Free Book

“Hmm, something smells good.”
He nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck absorbing her scent. She always smelled sweet and womanly.
“It’s a boiled fruit cake.”
“A boiled cake?”
Her body moved with the chuckle and he tightened his arms around her to appreciate it more, he snuggled her back closer to his chest as he peered over her shoulder.
“Yep, it’s easy, see.” She fluttered fine, long fingers at the cake.


It looked normal enough. The smell had his mouth watering. Then again, her smell had his mouth watering too. He was torn. Grab the babe and run for the bedroom or sample the cake? Could he have his cake and…
Her sharp elbow to his ribs grabbed his attention again.
“See, you dump all the ingredients into a pan, sultanas, raisins, cherries, water, butter, sugar. Boil it up for 15 minutes. Take it off the heat and when it’s cool, you simply throw in an egg, flour and spices. Pop it in a tin and bake for an hour.”
She sliced the cake in two. Showed him the middle.


“Would you like some?”
His attention shot back to her. Heat raged through him as his sexy new wife swiped her tongue over her top lip.
“It’s very…moist.”

And right there and then, he lost his capacity to think.

The Recipe
3oz (75g) Sultanas
3oz (75g) Currants
3oz (75g) Raisins
3oz (75g) Cherries
4oz (100g) Sugar
4oz (100g) Butter
1/4 pt (125ml) Water 
1 egg
8oz (200g) Self-raising flour
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground ginger
1/4 tsp nutmeg

Place all dried fruit, sugar, butter and water in a pan and simmer gently for 15 minutes. Remove from heat and cool. Beat in the egg, fold in the flour and spices. Turn into a lined loaf tin and bake in the oven at 150oC (300oF) Gas mark 2 for 1 hour.

A Note from the Author

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