I'm not interested in four-layer cakes at 9:00 am on a Sunday, or in rolled fondant, or pastry cream. It so happens that the best recipes for this kind of early morning venture are plain and homey ones.
I love the silent, solitary work in the kitchen, the concentration, the satisfaction at seeing a few simple ingredients come together under my hands and blossom into something else entirely. Two eggs from the fridge, cold and smooth in my hands spices from the freezer, their bottles frosting immediately in the warm kitchen.īaking first thing in the morning, before the first cup of tea, before opening the door to get the paper, before even being entirely awake, is one of life's small pleasures. Pull out the box of cake flour, just the right amount still in the bag, the bottle of inky molasses, soda, baking powder. Sunday morning, pad quietly into the kitchen.
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