Today the wee boy declared he would like to bake. Very specifically, he would like to bake a chocolate cake. That is, until I produced from the cupboard that houses all cooking and baking vessels, a silicone mold for baking love buns.
At this point, the wee one whelped with delight and, although having been adamant he wished to bake a cake, changed his allegiance with great haste and plumped for the love bun option.
An excellent choice, I might add.
So we measured and tasted, tasted and measured, then tasted a little more whilst scooping varying amounts into each allotted compartment, tasting for one last time before eventually managing to get a tray of them into the oven. Remembering to slip a baking tray underneath the love bun mold, as I have made that mistake before.
*awards self ‘good memory’ medal*
Twenty minutes later, the little wonders came out of the oven and the wee one sat and watched with pride, as they cooled.
Well, to be fair, he probably watched them for a good minute before flying off to defeat something or other, regularly coming back to check whether they had, indeed, cooled enough. To quality control one final time, before allowing me the honour of icing them.
There’s nothing like the taste of a home made bun. Especially one made with so much love.