Well Dear Reader, flushed with the success of last weeks baking escapades, the Eldest Baby Girl and I set to a spot of fairy cake making this week. This was preceded by a trip to the supermarket to purchase flower and butterfly sprinkles, MORE pink icing and some rather fetching sugar creatures with which to adorn our masterpieces.
I was thinking about when I was little and as I’ve said before, making cakes for Sunday tea. Back in those days (not quite the Dark Ages but not far off) you had ‘proper’ Sunday lunch at lunchtime followed by Sunday tea at around sixish. We absolutely loved Sunday tea in our house. Taken in front of the fire and the telly it consisted of bread and butter, salad (for some unknown reason), scones and whatever cakes I had made the previous day. There were jars of beetroot and pickle to accompany and a big teapot full of tea which was drunk (on this day only) from cups and saucers. My Mother had a full set of the botanic garden range of Portmerion china and this was what we ate from as we watched All Creatures Great and Small and endless episodes of The Waltons and Little House on the Prairie. We lived in the middle of nowhere in Ireland for much of my childhood and I remember Sunday teas with great fondness and nostalgia. I loved the sense of occasion and the sense of family that is all too often missing in these busy times of ours.
And so bake we did. The Small Boy came for observation, hugs, kisses and later tasting duties but found that rugby on the telly with Pops was far more his thing. We had such a lovely time. The EBG could talk for England and there was a steward’s enquiry about the correct way to stir cakes….but eventually taaaadah
I just love how she loves to do all of this. She is a massive bossy knickers (bit like her Mother was at that age….just saying) but I love her to bits and she is always so very proud of her achievements
Couldn’t pin the other one down for a decent photo at all. Too busy rushing about
Whatever the weather Dear Reader, enjoy your week. I’ve spent today
slaving in enjoying my garden. Nigel Slater has been enjoying his too and we’ve been exchanging Tweets on the matter. Get me eh – exchanging Tweets with my very favourite cook…I shall be unbearable…