But the cake mix was different. It was the creation of Adriano Zumbo, the Pavarotti of the pâtissier world. With a birthday on the horizon, I decided to take a chance with this packet cake.
Oh my goodness. Let me preface this by declaring that I have never met the man, nor is this a paid commercial, but I think I am in love with Adriano.
This is no ordinary cake mix. This is chocolate heaven on earth, albeit with a heart attack waiting in the wings. There is real chocolate inside this box. You add three eggs and way too much butter than is good for you. You bake it slowly in a bain-marie. When it is cool you smother it in a chocolate glaze. It is an extremely dense and gooey cake, but so light that you don't feel guilty eating it. Mr Fudge was mighty impressed with his birthday cake, but more was to come.
Last night we had dinner with the Young Fudges and knowing that Grandad was a steam train buff, they persuaded their mother to help them make him a cake that he would remember always. Well, it was a huge success and there was even enough for us to take home for the next day.