my wife baked a cake!

 

 

 

charlotte has often said how she used to bake a lot as a child but in the 5 years that we’ve known each other i’ve never seen any of this baking. she often said she fancied baking again but it never happened.

 

then the other day she actually started to write lists of what she’d need to get and even bought a book. she started planning what she was going to bake and on sunday we actually went and bought baking trays! the moment we got home she started fussing about the kitchen like mr. tumnus and before i knew it she was dancing about and madly babbling instructions to herself.

 

 

 

it was very cute. even if every cake was a disaster and tasted awful it’d still be worth it to see her happiness when she makes it. she gets so excited. she becomes like a little girl again, hopping about the kitchen with this silly little smile on her face.

 

and how did it taste? it was delicious! it was some sponge thing. i loved it. i think i loved it more because she made it. theres something so caveman about eating a cake that your wife made.

 

i even took some into work for a teatime snack. every day i sat here unwrapping the foil from my cake and feeling like a king as i had it with my tea. thank you p!

 

~ by jean pierre on January 28, 2009.