I was recently called by my elder sister late one Friday night and asked if I would make a cake for our mother’s 80th birthday party the next day. Knowing the planning that had gone into the St Patrick’s Day party to be held at another sister’s country property at Kyneton in her honour, I suddenly felt the pressure. It was 10pm and I was half asleep, but how could I say no? “Buying a cake would cost a fortune, and yours are much nicer,” she added.
My mind started immediately rewinding to the last cakes I made. Continue reading