Recently I have been reading that lynchpin of the world of business and personal organisation: “Getting Things Done” by David Allen. I have said elsewhere that I am incredibly late getting to this particular party and I’m doing it now mainly to get it off my ‘must look into this someday’ list. David Allen himself promotes having such lists and so if nothing else comes of this read-through, I will have taken action on one point. I don’t think I will ever have enough enthusiasm to dive right into the process, which is slightly like the Marie Kondo approach in that you have to empty everything that you have any involvement with into massive in-boxes and then process it all so that no open loops are lurking in your head. I can only handle such systems in very small doses, but the way I look at it gradual improvement is better than no improvement at all.
To sustain me whilst I have been reading about, and even doing little bits of, organising my life and whilst I have also been working on my Gaudi cardigan, I have been baking things. It seems to me that one thing I can ‘get done’ very easily is a cake. Last weekend I made Bakewell Tart to my mum’s recipe for, I think, the first time in my life and it was very successful. Having reminded myself that I can actually make a decent pastry crust, I then proceeded to make a minced beef pie for tea one evening. Then today it is the turn of Montana Red Dog Cake.
To be absolutely honest with you, this cake does not exist. Well, the cake exists, but the name doesn’t. I just made it up this afternoon. The cake is just a coconut sponge baked in a loaf tin and topped with oodles of coconut buttercream*. However, when I cut the first slice I realised how much the buttercream looks like snow piled on a cabin roof and Montana Red Dog popped into my head.
“Montana Red Dog” is the title of one of my favourite episodes of “Alias Smith and Jones”, in which our heroes find themselves snowed-in at a cabin in the Montana mountains and pass the long winter days playing cards with the other guys who have been prospecting for gold with them for some months. When someone steals their gold, they set up a game of Montana Red Dog which apparently is a card game that only fools play because once you start losing you just lose more and more heavily; it is, in fact, a scam.
My cake isn’t a scam, though, it is a yummy treat made all the better by reminding me of a pleasurable hour of TV viewing.
Now, back to organising things. Or just reading, which is pretty much the same thing, surely?
Have a great weekend.
* Many thanks to my sister Alex for reminding me how lovely coconut cake is whilst we were swimming yesterday. I hope she will be equally grateful to me for reminding her of Montana Red Dog!