And eating lots of buttery homemade scotch pancakes (the little fat puffy ones, yum!)
I reduced the amount of sugar in the recipe (new year health kick an all that) and as I was eating them they occasionally reminded me of a concoction I used to make in the kitchen when I was little. My mum would give me free reign on the baking cupboard and I would measure out (mostly random) amounts of flour and butter and raisins and really what ever I fancied... I would then bake it in the oven in a cup (I think I misunderstood the reason for the name of 'cup cake' my mum used to bake; a cup of each, not baked in a cup :) ) I would feed the cupcake to my dad for his tea.
And he always ate it too! (thats love for you isn't it)
3 comments:
Sounds like a nice Sunday.
what a perfect day.
love the story of your dad and the cupcakes :)
xox
He's a good guy x
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