When I was a little girl I would sleep over at my nan and grandpa's on a Friday night. When I woke up in the morning the house would be full of the aroma of freshly baked goodies. I would wander out into the kitchen and the big country kitchen table would be laden with the week's baking. There would be pies filled with fruit, fresh from my grandpa's garden, cakes and batches of biscuits. It's such a happy memory for me that you will regularly find me in the kitchen on a Saturday morning, covered in flour whipping up a batch of muffins, cupcakes or chocolate chip cookies ready to take on our day's adventure.
Melissah xox
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2 comments:
totally yum ! off to make cake pops now and maybe even some xmas fudge - happy days le xox
Looks awesome a day of baking music to my ears. Enjoy xo
Always Wendy
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