1. vertical bouncing rain
2. baking and eating the third rhubarb crumble (with cream) in two weeks
3. hugging my husband on the playground as R. plays on the slide
I read an article yesterday about the steady decline of home cooking, but the steady increase in spending on kitchen gadgets. The author described her grandmother, a lady who provided a homemade desert for every lunch and dinner of her married life. This inspired me, could I follow in this ladies footsteps? I lifted Delia's hefty "How to Cook" down from the cupboard and turned to the "Cake and Biscuits for Beginners" chapter. My baking appetite was aroused even further with this, "A cake is a symbol of love and friendship - if someone actually goes to the trouble of baking a cake specially for family and friends, they can't fail to feel spoiled and cared for." (Delia Smith, Book of Cakes (1977) Before I embark on my baking journal I need to improve my apparatus, according to Delia. Apparently perfect cakes are not going to happen by lazily attempting to convert metric weights into imperial weights using our blue plastic cups and going with the one-size-fits-all cake tin I have in my cupboard. To Amazon I go to buy an accurate scale and correctly sized tin, then I will be making "A Classic Sponge Cake (with mixed fruit filling).
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