Caterpillars

I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a Colin the Caterpillar cake, or any of his trade-mark-skirting brethren. I don’t feel as though I’ve missed out of one of life’s great experiences, but it feels odd that public discourse is filled with appreciation for a product that is beyond my ken.

When it comes to factory-made supermarket cakes, I reckon Battenberg has the edge. My truth is that marzipan trumps icing.