Glacé cherries

For my tenth birthday I was the appreciative recipient of two Ghostbusters action figures (Ray and Egon), a big purple cycloptic ghoul for them to ‘bust’, a book of random facts, a sticky stretchy whippy hand thing, and a 200g tub of Sainsbury’s glacé cherries. 

I know why I asked for the cherries. They are after all, the best bit of a Mr. Kipling cake. The focal point of a knickerbocker glory. Having a tub to myself had a bit of the Roald Dahl about it, and appealed to a burgeoning sense of whimsy I mistakenly thought would set me in good stead. I enjoyed the aesthetic. Basic baking ingredients photographed as part of my birthday haul and recorded for posterity. 

Or as much posterity as can be afforded by a single paper photograph in a shoebox. 


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