BAKING AND CAKES IN THE BALLROOM CAFE.
I love baking nearly as much as I love writing. What better way to wind down than to set to baking a cake.
My mother loved to bake cakes too, as well as puddings she steamed for after the roast lunch on Sunday. She never seemed to have to take out a recipe book; it was all in her head. She always said if you kept key ingredients in the food cupboard, you would never be stuck.
Flour in those days came in large white cloth sacks and it was my job to scoop it out with a big metal scoop and weigh it.
I know now she only got me to set it on the scales to humour a young helper. She herself could throw the ingredients together and whip up a cake in no time.We made lemon cakes, coffe cakes, the rich family chocolate cake for special occasions and seed cakes. But it was what we called ordinary sponge, which I still love best.