Crap, crap, crap day!!  Nightmare day where nothing went right and barely enough time to breath never mind think!!! 

But hey ho – it’s just another day that makes me think that I should really give this cupcake idea a serious go.  I’m just itching to get started but am totally scuppered till I can get an oven that works properly – grrrrrrrr!!!!

I’ve been thinking about this a lot since I started this blog and figured that perhaps I should tell you where it all began.  My first memory of baking has to be in my gran’s kitchen – I probably wasn’t even 5 years old because I remember spending a lot of time with my grandparents when I was really small because both my parents worked.  Gran has always baked – she’s of a generation that made every bit of food last, and quite often that meant leftovers would go in a pie – corned beef and potato, chicken and leek, minced beef and onion (to this day I will sell my soul for a slice of corned beef & potato pie that’s still a little bit warm in the middle!!). The leftover pastry from the pies would be used to make jam or lemon curd tarts – nothing was wasted!   Normally when she baked, she’d also knock up a victoria sandwich or a batch of fairy cakes – and of course, yours truly got to lick the spoon afterwards as a treat.  It wasn’t long after being a spectator at a number of these ritual baking days that I asked to help – so Gran started me off on my route to baking heaven by letting me spoon the jam into the tart cases and when I’d mastered that I was allowed to try using the pastry cutter on some of the leftovers – I was hooked!  My first really triumphant moment was the day I produced a tea-plate sized jam tart with a twisted lattice top – I was so chuffed to present it to Grandad when he came home from work – he thought it was the best jam tart in the world (well I was only about 5 so of course he was going to say that to me!).  From that point, the only way was up – and I was soon helping to mix the pie fillings and whisk the cake mix and by the time I was 10 I was pretty proficient at decorating a fairy cake.  I only ever remember Gran using 2 cookery books – The Dairy Cookbook and what was to become my own baking bible as I started to make things myself – The Bero Recipe Book (which I think Gran got free with some flour).  The pic below is the copy that I remember gran having, and years later when I went to university my auntie bought me the newer version for me to take with me.

My baking did take a minor hiatus of sorts when I hit my teens – a developing social life and a mother who seemed to want to keep me out of the kitchen made it a recipe for disaster, but there would be occasional baking fests with Gran like my brother’s birthday each year when we would deliberately try to top the previous years cake – the best of which was a rocket ship and mini space invader cakes from The Cadbury Cake Book, and for good measure we also made a frog pond jelly complete with a creme egg frog sitting on a sponge cake rock with butter cream flowers and lilly pads – it was gone midnight when we finished, but by god we were pleased with the result and so was my brother when he saw it!! 

Since I went to uni, the thing I’ve loved making has been sponge cake – it’s a relatively quick thing to produce and decorate, and you can get really creative with the flavour combinations and the decorations that you use.  I churn out mountains of them for work when it’s someone’s birthday or there’s a reason to celebrate (like we need a reason to eat cake!!).  The real killer though, is the fact that I married a bloke that doesn’t like sponge cake – hence work seem to benefit more from my baking than anybody else!!

So you see in a wierd kind of way, I believe that I’ve got sugar in my soul and vanilla in my veins – because nothing makes me happier than when I’m baking.

Meine 12 tierischen Mitbewohner meinen, dass sie auch mitbloggen wollen. Ich find das ja eigentlich gar nicht gut, aber das darf ich wohl nicht zu laut sagen. War immerhin eine einwöchige Diskussion und ich konnte mich einfach nicht gegen wehren. Bin eben doch nur der kleine Bernhard. Also in Zukunft auch eventuell Einträge von oder über die anderen.
Fotos folgen.

… haben wir bereits am Freitag dem 1.Mai begonnen. Besuch aus Deutschland -> Knüllermüller und Matze…. Spass somit garaniert. Leider fehlen uns immer noch Freeflyer.

… diese tanken sichtlich erfreut lieber Flugzeuge

Die Freeflycombo nimmt auch jede Tankpause mit …… uuuaaaahhhh….

endlich platzgenommen…. das muss besser werden – ruck zuck zack zack !!!

nach 20 Min. extremen Lärm spüre ich die Luftanströmung deutlich. Ich besorge mir gleich mal Ohropax.

ganz prima und jetzt greifen – aber ganz sachte …..

Reggae …. Sie kommen – noch ein bisschen dichter  - check.

…aaaaaahhhhh nicht ……..  die Sohle kommt verdächtig nahe.

OK, vielleicht klappts beim nächsten mal. Wir bleiben auf jeden Fall am Thema.

“Not having fun? I’m fucking shitting rainbows over here.”

För tillfället, det roligaste jag har hört. Seriously.
Nu till något betydligt mycket viktigare:

ALLLLLEEEE!!!!!!!