Where it began...............

I have always loved cakes, to look at, to make and especially to eat. There’s nothing worse than a really fabulous looking cake that tastes nothing like it looks (not worth wasting the calories on in my opinion) but when it does it’s magical! I especially love to eat cake for breakfast, I know this isn’t the most nutritious start to the day but I figure that it’s got to be better than eating it in the evening and then sleeping on all that sugar!! Though if I’m honest I do that too!! When my eldest daughter replies that for breakfast she “would like cake please mummy” I have to remember that I’m a parent and say no, then explain why it’s not the best food for breakfast! Though secretly that’s what I want too and sometimes when she’s happily tucking into her porridge, I sneak into the kitchen and eat a guilty slice!!!
My Mum recently gave me my favourite childhood book (Maisie Middleton) to read to my girls and it was when I re-read this for the first time that it came flooding back to me; the story of a little girl whose parents were too tired to get up in the morning and make her breakfast so she decided that she would make her own, a fabulous breakfast of all the sweet stuff you can imagine; cakes, jelly, banana splits, ice cream, chocolate etc. So maybe it all began with that book and I didn’t even realise!