A birthday weekend is always an excuse to bake a cake. Will it be vanilla with cream cheese icing, or cream and jam, all over frosting or a light dusting of icing sugar? Or a squidgy carrot cake, coffee and walnut or chocolate fudge?
Whatever the choice the gathering together of utensils and ingredients is a pleasure rather than a chore. Softening the butter and mixing with sugar until fluffy, adding the eggs and folding in the dried ingredients a simple and well practiced routine. I always know when a cake’s done because you can smell it. OK, I admit it, the washing up and putting away is a bit of a bore but there’s time to do it while the cake cooks. Someone gets to lick the spoon and everyone is happy. Anyone can make a cake, and I mean anyone.
There are other cooking tasks I really enjoy…
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