One of the delights of cooking for me is the strong memories that it evokes, especially where baking is concerned! Last night I made some rather retro vanilla choc chip cupcakes for the first time in years and it reminded me of an event from my childhood.
Sundays were baking day in our house, with little home baked treats being rustled up ready for our lunch boxes in the week ahead. I remember vividly one sunny Sunday my Mum came out of the pantry and fixing my older sister and eye with a steely stare. “Where are the choclate chips?” she demanded!
Well, I could never lie to my Mum as a child (in fact I still can’t now!) so I was glad I was not the guilty party this time. My sister on the other hand could lie until she was blue in the face and with no ‘tell’. She vehemently denied any wrong doing so Mum stomped off upstairs only to reappear a short while later with the empty chocolate chip packet she had found stowed under my sisters bed.
My sister maintained a typical 8 year old ‘couldn’t care less’ attitude through her telling off but Mum got her own back later. She baked my sister her own special cupcakes completely devoid of chocolate chips! Her face was a picture as she watched the rest of us tuck into our chocolatey treats 
Do you have any strong baking memories or tales of childhood cake theivery, I’d love to hear them.
From left to right: Me, my cousin Conrad, my big sister Sharon. Check out the Birthday sandals!
Love the photo! When we were young, my aunt made some iced buns for tea and left them on a plate in the kitchen. We were all called downstairs when she discovered that someone had licked the icing off the top of every one!!! It definitely wasn’t me and neither my cousins nor my brother have ever owned up – to this day I still don’t know who the guilty culprit was!
Thanks for the chuckle Blissful Mum
Aunty didn’t have a cat did she?
I remember when me and my sister were young going to my Auntie Jessie’s on a Sunday for tea and she would bake for us every week (she did not do shop bought baked goods!). She would bake the bread for our sandwiches although this was merely a savoury formality before we got to the good stuff – the cakes! She would make her own millionaire shortbreads, bilberry pie, macaroons, ground almond slices and flapjacks and I don’t just mean she would give us one of these each week – she did them all EVERY WEEK!
It was bliss – no guessing where I developed my sweet tooth!
Wow, that’s some spread! Sounds just like Sunday lunch at my Nan’s house although I haven’t had the pleasure of bilberry pie!