From the ruins of the kitchen, a hand emerges thrusting up through the detritus of broken utensils, baking trays and mixing bowls. A head, hair dusted white with flour appears, followed by dough covered shoulders. Chocolate-covered rice crispies fall out of the folds of his clothing. He has survived.
I came, I saw, I baked. I survived the wrath of the daughter (although my ears are still ringing).
Every day is a school day. I have learnt a lot today. Here’s what we made (and I know these are very simple things, but I have never baked anything before (and I know the first item is not technically baking):
- chocolate rice crispie buns
- rock cakes
- maid of honour buns (pastry base, jam filling, sponge top)
- smartie biscuits
- mince pies
Everything turned out well with the exception of the mince pies - I think I know where I went wrong though. My first mistake was not draining off the excess liquid from the mincemeat, apple and clementine mix. Secondly, my bases weren’t big (deep) enough. Thirdly, I put too much filling in each mince pie. Fourthly, I needed to keep more of an eye on the pies closest to the back of the oven which I have now learnt is the hottest part of the oven (or at least that’s where the mince pies are most likely to burn).
Most importantly, my daughter enjoyed herself immensely. She had a great time laughing at her poor dad’s baking exploits. She had a fantastic time bossing me around too. My favourite comment of hers was once we’d finished and all the baking was out on the side to cool, she surveyed all we had conquered and said, “Good effort, but I’m not eating any. They look horrible.“


