I love baking - raw cake mixture is one of my favourite things (followed closely by cooked cake mixture!) and the smell of the ingredients and heat of the oven bring back such happy memories. My Nanna used to bake when we visited her in Gloucester, beating the mixture in a huge brown and cream basin which she held under her arm. She'd always leave loads of cake mix in the bowl for us to have 'scrapings', and then would over-load bun tins so that the fairy cakes had little rims that we'd nibble away at before tucking into and downing the whole cake. (Why is food that you 'play' with so much more fun? How do you eat your Jaffa cakes?)
My kids still get excited when I bake, and still fight over the bowl. Simple pleasures. Of all the fancy cakes we bake and eat, a plain old fashioned sponge is still my favourite. My house smells divine, I'm still licking my lips tasting the raw mixture, and if I wasn't desperately trying to counter-act my over-indulgence last week, I'd be burying my face in the cake right now! Delicious tastes and smells, and wonderfully happy memories, which always make me smile.
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