Why? Because the flavours are overwhelming.
And because I know what’s gone into it.
And because it’s been a big part of my life.
And because I find it a very relaxing activity.
And because I like eating it . . .
. . . and sharing it.
When I was young my Mum baked a delicious light fruitcake that we would scoff at Christmas and other holidays and it gave me pleasure to see her enjoying the fruitcakes I made for her when she could no longer bake.
I’m so lucky that my Mum was such a wonderful cook who taught us to cook and bake and that Mrs Z is an equally good cook. What are the chances of that?
Although we strayed into buying manufactured cakes for a while, I no longer eat these, finding them too ‘artificial’.
It remains a treat though to enjoy cake in a tea room or café where you know it is genuinely home made.
Nothing, though, beats the delight of taking home-baked cake or bread out of the oven and that moment when you cut and eat the first slice.
That’s a currant loaf I baked above. I’m afraid we’ve eaten it all.