One of may favourite memories of primary school was birthdays, and not just my birthday, any kid’s birthday. Why? Because a birthday meant cake!
We’d stand around the birthday girl or boy, belt out a tone-deaf rendition of Happy Birthday and cheer as the kid blew out the candles. We’d wait, jiggling impatiently on the spot, waiting as the teacher cut the cake and handed the pieces out,. We’d then inhale the cake and wriggle around in our seats thanks to the sugar rush.
I’m doing some freelance work today and as I headed to the kitchen to make myself a cuppa, I was greeted by an amazing looking pear, apple and pecan cake, lovingly baked by my colleague’s sister. What a treat! I am just as excited as any five year old!
There’s something lovely about sharing a home-baked cake, and I’m about to enjoy every last crumb!