I gave in to household pressure and baked yesterday.
While for some of you domestic goddesses this may be a regular occurrence, it is not for me. That’s not to say my children were neglected; I rustled up the obligatory cupcakes with pink and blue frosting when required in their youth. It’s just not a hobby of choice like it is for some. But with the house now filled to capacity with hubby, adult son, adult daughter and her boyfriend (recently returned from their travels) and an Irish border, plus two dogs, you can imagine the cupboards do not stay full for long. After several forays by different individuals into the kitchen yesterday, complete with loudly opening and closing doors, the mumbled comments with regards to my competence as a mother soon… Continue