Years ago, when we did not have cake shops luring us with designer cakes, my mum would bake cakes for our birthdays. I know, many mums did so. And, for those mums, who baked in spite of not being some hot-shot bakers, in spite of not owning some high-end ovens, to those mums, loads of love from me.
Take a bow, ladies! You are the best!
Back then, birthdays were simple, joyful, no-frills occasions, where friends would gather at my place, have cake and some yummy delights mum cooked to accompany the cake. We would eat, laugh and have fun – loads of unadulterated fun – and have a blast.
There weren’t any transactions taking place. Transactions, as in a give or take of gifts. They wouldn’t get any gifts for me, and I treated them to the delicacies mum prepared, that’s all. No return gifts.
And, yet, we enjoyed every bit of it.
The cake would be really really simple, and the most delicious cake in the whole wide world. Mum baked it in an aluminium oven that had to be placed on a gas stove. Electric ovens were still unheard of. Unseen of, too, I am sure.
Mum would whisk the eggs and then the batter with her hand, for as long as it took. She knew how long she had to whisk so she would get a good, soft cake that rose to a respectable height!
The icing on the cake was also a simple fare. Just icing sugar mixed in home-made cream, which she would then fill in a cone made out of..what did she use to make the cone, I wonder? But, she did decorate the cake using the icing. Flowers and leaves and a, “Happy Birthday” would complete the cake.
And, it would be the prettiest cake, ever!
Would you like to have a look at that oven? It must be about 40 years old, or so. Mum had planned on giving it away to the scrap dealer, but my dear sis-in-law pleaded with her not to do so. Maybe she might use it, some day!
She sent me this picture last night.
That’s simplicity, at its best, isn’t it? Unfussy, modest, quaint, unostentatious…But, the cakes that got baked in it, were the world’s best cakes, that had LOVE written all over.
Thanks mum…Love, love, love!
And, the ovens we get today…
…nothing like the one above it.
This one’s mine. Have had it since some years, now. Have baked quite a lot of stuff in it – cakes, cookies, bread, too, all thanks to a cousin who patiently taught me the basics of baking, over the phone. Maybe, I will do a post on that some other time. But, one thing’s for sure…
The cakes I bake in this new-age, electric oven score badly when compared to the ones mum baked. She will chid me, for sure, if she reads this post. But, I have yet to taste a cake (from my oven) that tastes as heavenly as the one mum baked!
Mothers…they are the best, aren’t they? Everything they do…is!
That’s all from me for #FlavoursomeTuesdays this week.
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