Later, a bit of this...
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)