BrowniesCupcakesToday was our street party, looked forward to for so long by the citizens of Ella Street, Hull. By midday the healing tent was assembled, the junk band were warming up and the Mr Whippy van was brewing the 99s.

My cranberry and almond white chocolate brownies had been a bit of a disaster as they had failed to cook in the middle - I think the butter and high fat content of the almonds and white choc were to blame. So, out of the oven come a collapsed, molten mess, which once it had cooled was still a mess but hell it tastes like heaven. Like a cross between a cake and a gooey pudding, Ade is glad it was too grotty to sell and has feasted on the remains all day. The good news is that my Rocky Road and cupcakes were a triumph. I gave them to some nice ladies who were running a cake stall to fund the local after school club which apparently does not receive funding. They told me that my cakes flew out so hopefully they have made a few quid and put some sticky smiles on some faces.

Rain has stopped play for now, but seems to be clearing. So, out again to join the fun - salsa dancing, silent movies with live piano accompaniment, a bbq and apparently the ritual burning of some symbolic community artwork, which all sounds a bit wickerman and odd. Oh well, I go with an open mind as I always look forward to an event that mixes fire and the consumption of beer.