Birthday

Despite the fact that I enjoy baking and seem to do quite a lot of it, I don't actually have much of a sweet tooth. I'm much more inclined to munch on Twiglets than cake, even for a special occasion.

However, yesterday would have been my mother's birthday and, rather than brush past the anniversary, I felt it would be right to prepare something celebratory and a little indulgent.

So I made chocolate brownies. It's probably the sort of thing she might have done - accompanied, perhaps, with a glass of something sparkling and good company.

Birthday Cakes

Almost feeling sick and in need of some fruit, water or at least a plate of steamed vegetables. All on account of the quantities of cake batter that have been mixed here recently.

Y'see there's been a birthday in this house and - as is the norm in our family - there's never just one birthday related event to be catered for. This particular celebration required three: the family do, the other one and then the extra birthday treat type outing. So three cakes. And then of course there was the experimental cooking happening with left-over biscuit mix/brownie batter. I don't know how to spell how I feel after visualising that one.

So am I over compensating for something? Probably. Showing my love through baked goods? It appears that way. Whatever - all ended well, the day was enjoyed and without too many tears, but I now have tummy ache and am looking for a good home for the last of the brownies.

This photograph below shows eight candles on a very tiny cake. By this stage we all - birthday boy included - couldn't really look at anything sweet or baked and this suggestion of birthday-ness was divided into three little morsels for those who decided to go for it.