On Wednesdays we eat cake.
I decided on Tuesday, that I would spend my Wednesday off doing something fun and productive.
Something for someone else that would bring a bit of joy and maybe even a smile.
I thought of my grandparents.
I thought of baking.
And after a fairly stressful trip to the shops to get the ingredients, I spent the next two hours whipping together my most success bake yet.
A Victoria sponge.
With no holes, no lop-siding, no tear stains from where I’ve wept with despair. No cracks, splits or crumbling.
Just a round, cooked Victoria sponge.
Which I then filled with my own buttercream and strawberry jam (which I’d bought) and bob’s not my uncle, I had a cake.
I took it down to my grandparents in the afternoon and from what I could tell, it was a nice surprise. My grampy’s face lit up with glee and my granny even had a slice while I was there and she was the most animated I’d seen her in a long time.
We laughed, reminisced and ate cake and everything was just lovely.
I hope to get into baking more and experiment with breads as after all, bread is my favourite thing.
Warm with salted butter and a cup of coffee.
Autumn is only 51 days away, so I need to get my practice in to be able to make yummy treats for everyone in the cooler seasons.
Watch this space…