I don't know where I learnt to bake but it certainly wasn't from my Nan. Bless her, she wasn't the best cook in the world. Coming from Yorkshire her food was basic and filling. Yorkshire Puddings where her speciality. Big, fluffy and golden. Quite unlike mine. Yorkshire Puds are definitely not my speciality. Her infamous Lardy Cakes are a family legend. Being a thrifty Yorkshire lass you used any left over pastry and mixed in dried fruit and sugar to make a sort of Welsh Cake that you baked in the oven. I'm still not sure if she made that recipe up.....I guess I will never know now.
Anyway when life gets a bit stressful or tough I always reach for my big yellow mixing bowl and bake something fattening.
Chocolate dipped peanut butter cookies anyone?
Double chocolate cookies....
Over 400g of chocolate in these babies. They wouldn't win any prizes in the good looks department but blimey they hit the chocolate spot.
Now something slightly more healthy...
Homemade granola. Yummy with milk or sprinkled on plain yogurt.
Maybe the baking genes did come from my Nan after all...I have fond memories of going to work with her at the pub kitchen when I was younger. Maybe she influenced me to bake for others enjoyment.
This is a story with pictures for Sian's Storytelling Sunday.