Rowan Tree and Red Thread

It's been a quiet weekend at home with my family and I've taken the
opportunity to do a little baking. I've done a bog standard white loaf so we
had something for lunchtime sandwiches, and which may end up in lunches for
me at work during the week, and I tried a Welsh honey cake (tisen fel? Can't
remember the name in the book). This was a success, if perhaps a little dry
- though could be because I left it out to cool and promptly went to bed, so
it was out all night - and that was remedied by a bit of butter on't. For
this honey cake was more a tea cake sort of thing and benefitted from a
little something spread on top.

However even better than the eating was the scent of the cake cooking. All
through the house the smell of baking mixed with warm honey. I spent some
time just standing in the kitchen inhaling as it baked.

Yum!

"I love you more than ice cream, Dada."

That's worth a hundred early mornings.