
Cupcakes, Cake Crumbs and Childhood Memories
This weekend I swapped clinic notes, deadlines and emails for piping bags, buttercream and fondant flowers, creating a 1st birthday/christening cake for my friend’s granddaughter.
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This weekend I swapped clinic notes, deadlines and emails for piping bags, buttercream and fondant flowers, creating a 1st birthday/christening cake for my friend’s granddaughter.

It’s Sunday morning, and I nearly didn’t write this.

It’s a funny cake, this one.

There are certain things from childhood that stay with you.

There is something I have been thinking about since Easter.

There was a moment last weekend where it felt like spring had properly arrived.

There is always a moment when the light changes, and with it, what you feel like cooking. This week, it was almonds, raspberries, and a Bakewell tart I had not made in years.

A childhood spent beside the oven, where thrift, family and a love of cooking quietly began.

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