Yesterday Max wanted to make a chocolate cake, so we made one.
I decided not to bother looking through umpteen chocolate cake recipes and just make one up myself.
It turned out really well. Moist and chocolaty, but light and fluffy at the same time. It really was a good cake.
Today I've just been reflecting on it a bit and thinking of my Mum. She really was a great cook.
Making that cake yesterday made me feel like she'd have been really proud of me if she could have seen it.
I miss my Mum. Some days more than others. Today a lot.
gosh, now I should be in the sad thread.
I am a sook.
