The MD guide to the 30 greatest cakes of our youth. In order.
Number 30
Jamaica Ginger Cake.
Jaw dislocating levels of chewiness. Followed by 2 hours of teeth brushing.
Number 29
The chocolate eclair. People were confused and fearful of fresh cream in the 70s and rushed home from the shop to freeze things instantly in case stuff 'went off'. Hence, we never had one that wasn't soggy or partially frozen.
Number 28
School Jam Roly Poly. With identical tasting pink, yellow or ‘chocolate’ skin-heavy custard. Found the old tins near the bins: ‘Imported from Albania’. We thought Albania was in Italy so we were very impressed.
Number 27
Butterfly cakes made by your neighbour. Looked lovely. From a distance. Always featured cat hair or fag ash. Never put us off.
Number 26
Rock Cakes
We had a rule in the house that everything our sister made in Home Economics HAD to be eaten. A laissez-faire attitude towards imperial/metric measurements led to rock cakes denser than a black hole. Could not go swimming for a month after eating one.
Number 25
The Arctic Roll
Cake. With ice cream. And jam. The closest we've got to believing God existed. An art to defrosting it though. Could go either way.
Number 24
Flies Graveyard. AKA - Fly Pie. Still don't know what it's actually called.
Number 23
Homemade Christmas cake. Made with industrial quantities of brandy. A slice could still get you pissed in March. Served with a sixpence. Or if time were hard, a threepenny bit.
Number 22
Meringues
We were obsessed with these. Until we tasted one. The ultimate all fur coat and no knickers 'cake'.
Number 21
Lyons Cup Cakes
Orange, lemon, chocolate. Watching Bullseye.
Number 20
Apple turnover. With a twist. Our sister again. Made one in home economics. With Atora. That's right - beef, apple pastry.
Number 19
Soreen Malt Loaf. With Lurpak. And a chance to win a Ford Fiesta.
Number 18
The Iced Finger. AKA The Sticky Willy.
Number 17
The aspirational, Manor House. Or as we called it, Council House.
Number 16
The humble doughnut. But ONLY from the fair or amusement arcade. None of that glazed, Krispy Creme style nonsense.
Number 15
The Angel Cake
Number 14
The Lyons Showboat AKA - The kunzle. Alway a fight for the one with the chocolate button.
Number 13
Rough-and-ready homemade jam tarts. Homemade jam, finger prints in the pastry.
Number 12
The Battenberg. While watching Sale of the Century and being unsure about marzipan.
Number 11
Bread and Butter Pudding. Lifted the mood. We felt like kings.
Number 10
The Cream Cake
Number 9
The Fondant Fancy AKA The French Fancy. Impossible to eat with raising a little pinkie in tribute to their sophistication.
Number 8
Proper apple pie. Compare and contrast with the Mr Kipling charlatans.
Number 7
The no-nonsense Victoria Sponge Cake. AKA the emergency birthday cake.
Number 6
The chocolate Swiss Roll
Number 5
The Strawberry Tart. Or Custard Strawberry Tart if you are feeling reckless.
Number 4
Heinz Sponge Puddings. Not so much the taste, more the anticipation of one exploding in the kitchen during the mysterious boiling process.
Number 3
Profiteroles
"WHOA - WHO PUT CHOCOLATE ON THE CRISPY COD FRIES??"
Number 2
Tunnocks Tea Cakes
Hello old friend.
**Number 1**
The extravagant Black Forest Gateau. Pure Seventies.
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The MD guide to the 40 greatest (and worst) drinks of our youth list. In order.
Number 40
Black Tower wine.
By the age of 14, we'd heard 20 different Scottish pronunciations of Liebfraumilch. Had a sip one Christmas and genuinely thought adults were insane for drinking it.
Number 39
Poteen
Delivered by an 'uncle' in a brown medicine bottle or a milk bottle with a red rubber stop. Top notes of battery acid, a subtle hint of Duraglit with a lingering Brasso after taste. Tried it one Christmas. Still speaking in tongues on boxing day.