The North-Wester is having a bit of a howl today although there is no rain, but the sky is grey and blustery and the house is a bit chilly which immediately gives me the urge to do a bit of baking. Shades of growing up in the UK. I loved it when the smell of my mother’s cakes wafted up through the house and everywhere was warm. Although she never taught me to cook, nor indeed was I allowed to use any of her appliances – except to wash the dishes, I found that when I set up a house of my own, I wanted to do things the way she did – mostly because I still loved the taste of a raw cake mix better than a cooked one. My daughter popped in today so I am also on ‘baby watch’ while crashing around in the kitchen but he is passed out in his chair and not reacting at all, having recently been fed. Do girls still bake today? There are so many instant mixes on the shelf, not to mention home-made cakes and jams at all the craft markets, so there is really no need unless you like it. I have taught my daughter to cook but she prefers making dinners, not desserts or cakes. I shall continue to do it – especially for my grandchildren, if she doesn’t have the time or the inclination. I am just lucky that I have the time myself. PS - Pic is of my husband's cake.