I love baking. Like, real baking, cakes, biscuits and more cakes. I don’t find it enjoyable sharing the baking with the kids, I’m not that sort of parent (which I think I’ve discussed before!) The mess, the fact that they just want to lick the bowl more than anything else and the fact that the cakes never quite turn out right. I know, I know. I’m a terrible person! It doesn’t mean they don’t bake, it just means they have their cakes, I have mine and never the twain shall meet.
Apart from the cake we made for Valentines Day.
Usually, I make my cakes from scratch, I find it really relaxing weighing everything out and sifting it all into my bowl, but the kids like to get it from bowl to plate as quickly as possible, so ready to mix kits are a godsend, like the Devils Food Cake mix from Betty Crocker. Hello simple but tasty!
I just left them to it. H being the sensible one (cough) was in charge, and C was the gofer. Between them they managed to add the missing ingredients of egg, water and oil and combine it together to make a pretty good looking batter. We (the royal we!) then transferred it to the cake tins, whacked it in the oven for the required time and got on with the important jobs of cleaning the kitchen and licking the bowls, spoons and anything else that seemed to be covered in raw cake mix.
Once the oven had pinged and the cake was cool enough to ice (and we’d sorted out the argument over vanilla or chocolate flavoured icing) we set about filling the two cakes with buttercream and then smothering the entire thing with even more. Both kids started off icing, but once they started dragging bits of sponge with them, they decided to let me take over! I ended up using an entire tub of the ready made icing, because I thought it would be better than letting it go to waste, but to be honest, the cake was probably swimming in it! A little flourish of a heart in sprinkles and it was good to go! Nice and easy, quick and kept them quiet for at least half an hour! Plus I got to eat a slice of chocolate heaven with my cuppa. Not too shabby!
They’re going to attempt cookies and brownies in the half term too, at this rate I won’t be fitting in my jeans when they go back to school!