Black Forest Trifle with Chocolate Crackle Crust

It’s not that hard to please The Hungry One. Easy options; take him for a walk along a beach, put a strong flat white coffee within reach or give him a good chunk of sleep in a bed big enough to stretch out in.

And when it comes to his birthday? Every year, it’s same same. He’d like something from the Black Forest please.

It was just over a year ago that the three of us spent three days in the region itself, cavorting around Baden Baden. Will (then known as the stowaway) was tucked inside, tiring me out in different sorts of ways. We ate a lot of schnitzel. We wafted …

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I lied.

I totally lied. Last week I said that the first thing I was going to make in our new, shining oven/cooker was going to be Danne’s Ultimate Raspberry and Apple Crumble.

Except it wasn’t. It wasn’t, because it turns out that after 32 odd years, I don’t know my Dad at all. It was his birthday last week. So we gathered the clan for dinner and a site meeting about ‘what in the heck will we do with the rest of this kitchen’ (it pays to have a builder, an architect and an electrician in the fold). There were three under five at the table. The rest included three strapping …

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We moved.

Exhale.

Some sources will cite moving house as one of the top five sources of stress; clubbed together with death, divorce, job loss and major illness (quick aside- surely birth, plumbing emergencies and protracted entanglements with the legal system should get a glimpse in there?)

It was relatively painless. There were no oceans to cross this time. We’d already done a good de-clutter before we put the flat on the market. And I cracked and gave some lovely Japanese ladies a chunk of cash to help enclose the breakables in boxes (Captain Hectic (aka Will) and Riedel glasses are not a terrific combination).

Yet the first week in our house-near-the-sea still took …