Let them eat (decent) cake by Jane Clamp
I have had a tremendous healing this summer in the area of cake, which I’d love to share with you… My younger son, Rob, is a chef. This should be a glorious thing, and it would be if I were one of his friends or his customers. However, since I am only his mother, and he promptly more or less left home as soon as he qualified, I have not received as many benefits as I would have liked. More than that, his skill in the kitchen has reduced the perception of my own culinary skill to the size of a cumin seed. As I prepared for my book launch in August, I had everything planned and delegated. Catering would be no problem with Rob in charge! However, I hadn’t factored in that he would be starting a new job so although he was free to help on the day, it would fall to me to actually do the cooking. Hmm… (Many years ago, as a new housewife, I was bemoaning to a church friend my pitiful scones. Despite watching my mum make them most weeks as I grew up, mine remained flat and d...