I have just finished leafing through an old cookbook searching for a recipe for Marshmallow Slice I used to make when I was 12. It has been great going through the cookbook which was old and tattered thirty years ago, so is in a precious fragile state now. The memories came flooding back as I made my way through the old, brown pages of the book. There are my 12 year old notes and ticks next to the recipes I dearly wanted to make – and more than likely did.
The book is full of great tips like how to wash dishes, make a cup of tea and grate cheese. I suspect many of the basic tips and tricks would come in handy for many people these days.
The best discovery of all – recipes in my grandmother’s handwriting in the back. What a treat.
Reading the book reminded me of what it felt like to start a baking journey, discover new recipes and understand how to feed family and friends with ease. I still love to bake and these experiences form the foundation of my baking. My parents pretty much let me have free reign of the kitchen – as long as I didn’t use all the food for the school lunches. This freedom was a real gift as I tried, often failed, and developed as a good and sometimes great little baker. To this day, as a family, we like to gather around a cup of tea and some home baking. I reckon one of the most powerful things we can teach our children is the ability to feed themselves, to create wonderful things from basic ingredients like flour, butter and eggs. I love to pass on this joy to my nephew and nieces – who of course love to sample the spoils of their hard work.