So I did. Was slightly stymied by a lack of blue flowers - to be more accurate, have plenty but have no idea whether they're edible or not, and couldn't find out, but in the end, I got together a selection which would poison nobody. I wielded egg white, and caster sugar. I arranged everything neatly on greaseproof paper on a baking tray, and put it into the plate warming oven. And then went to fetch my son home from University.
On the way home, some three hours later, I remembered what I'd done, or to be more precise not done. The results were interesting, but certainly not edible, and I did try.
Listening to the sermon in church the next day, I had a bright idea on what to do with my cake. I don't know what it is about sermons. Every week I make determined efforts to listen to the whole thing, and every week, find my mind drifting off elsewhere. Maybe it is because that is the one time my mind is more or less quiet, and therefore the one time God has to try and get an idea in there, because I often have ideas during sermons.
Anyway, here is my Jubilee cake. My daughter, who is a keen viewer of the Great British Bake Off, was horrified. "Are those white flowers edible?" she asked. "No idea," I replied, "but I'm not going to leave them on there anyway." "MARY BERRY says you mustn't use flowers unless you know they're edible, and YOU DON'T KNOW." True. I have let daughter, and Mary Berry, down.
I hope everyone who celebrated the Jubilee had a fantastic time. I was in utter awe at the Queen, standing for hour after hour in the soaking wet during the River Pageant, and the amazing singers who sang their hearts out despite being drenched and frozen. And the Archbishop of Canterbury at his best. It made one proud to be British.