Baking, Baking, Baking.

On Saturday I baked some banana bread and today we made cakes together. 

Sometimes I wish our adventures were more...adventurous. I worry that you'll be 18 and asking me things like; "what did we do through my childhood?" and my answer will be 'we made cakes, we coloured, played with toys, made up our own songs, you started to create your own language the way I did as a child and we went to the park now and then.' It just doesn't sound any different to the childhood's of those around you.  I want to be able to tell you that we climbed mountains together, swam in shark infested waters, ate mangoes plucked fresh from trees in exotic lands and generally did more 'wow' things than making cakes and finger painting. 

But it's okay that we're making different adventures, it's okay that this is our life right now and you're happy to be baking, to be colouring, playing with toys and living in one of the most beautiful countries in the world (you're so fortunate for that) and that's fine by me. It's okay that our adventures are baking, baking, baking. Baking is in my blood, I come alive when I am making and creating and I've noticed that you have that same passion, that same glint in your eye as I do. More frequently you beg me to help you cook so hopefully these kitchen adventures are exciting for you, hopefully it's 'enough.'

Spiced Cupcake.

I can't help myself when it comes to children enjoying their food - it is such a satisfying sight. As adults we can be so self conscious and so self aware of eating in front of others but it seems that children just go full throttle with the eating and I love it :).


This afternoon Roman, his granny and me made spiced cupcakes and not too soon after they were cooked, cooled and iced they were being consumed quickly by Roman. He decided they didn't have enough of a kick so added his 'juica' (juice) to them ;).

Chef Roman

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After his nap I decided to spend some time in the kitchen with Roman making cakes (we used a packet mix, because it is way easier.)

He was quite pleased with this task and even more pleased when I entrusted him with a little mixing bowl of his own - flour, water and icing sugar in his little bowl. He kept stirring it with his wooden spoon, looking up at me with those big eyes of his and said; "MIX IT!" then proceeded to shove the mix into his mouth ;).

Mix it, indeed.

Also...it was kinda hard to choose just one photo. So, for your viewing pleasure: