Getting our bake on

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As a kid, we lived pretty remotely for a few years (so much so that I had to do school via correspondence), and during the summer holidays I would fly down (by myself! – so exciting when you’re 7!) to spend a week or two with my nan and pop. I have fond memories of my visits with my grandparents – their house has always felt like home. Other than my younger brother (who was way too young to come along, being five years younger than me), I am the eldest grandchild on my dad’s side by more than ten years, so growing up I had a lot of one-on-one time with my grandparents, and I really treasure the time I spent with them.

Pop and I would play game after game of Draughts (I can count on one hand the number of times I actually beat him, he’s not one of those people that will just let you win!), and he would take me to the golf course so that I could drive the golf carts, to swimming lessons at the local pool, to the pond down the road to feed the ducks and swans, to the cheese-making factory for milkshakes… I would read books, witness new calves born over the back fence, hang out with the girl my age next door, play ping-pong in the rumpus room, and listen to stories about my dad as a kid that Nan and Pop would tell me over meals.

One of the best parts of my visits was when my dad’s youngest sister came to stay while she was on university holidays. My Aunt B would take me along when catching up with her friends – we’d hang out in a cafe, or spend all day at the beach; I couldn’t wait to be a grown-up like my aunt, I adored (and still adore) her. Best of all, she would bake with me. I love water, I love swimming, and I love the beach, but my favourite memories with my Aunt B are dreary days stuck in the house spent baking in Nan’s kitchen. I don’t know if it was the only recipe she knew, or if it was just her favourite treat, but we baked a lot of butterfly cakes over the years.

Me and Aunt B

I know that we won’t always live across the road from Mr Posy’s brother (and ergo, Niece and Nephew Posy), so I try to make the most of this time while I can. Just as I loved making butterfly cakes with my aunt, Niece Posy loves to come over and spend the afternoon baking – and she really loves when our baking involves berries.

The recipe for raspberry and coconut muffins (well, cupcakes…) on the Taste website is one of our favourites.

Ingredients

Missing from picture: baking powder and milk; we used melted butter instead of oil (excuse the toddler feet…).

Dry ingredients

1. Sift flour and baking powder into a bowl, add sugar and coconut.

Eggs, milk and butter

2. In a small large bowl (to prevent toddler-stirring-splashback), whisk eggs, milk and melted butter.

Mix Ingredients

3. Mix egg/milk/butter into flour mixture until just combined; fold in raspberries.

Oven ready

4. Prepare cupcake cases (should have done this first, whoops!), and carefully spoon mixture into cases. This takes an exceptionally long time when you’re two/three years old, so allow time accordingly.

Snack time

5. Bake for 25-30 minutes; allow to cool slightly, and indulge while watching Ramona and Beezus/Peppa Pig/Angelina Ballerina/Enchanted (whichever takes your fancy).

Niece Posy is a very proficient helper in the kitchen – together we’ve made an assortment of cakes, cupcakes, muffins, brownies, ANZAC Biscuits, and even cake pops. She is also very good with salads (broad bean, chorizo & feta, mmm), and she loves to supervise when we make pasta dishes. Next time we bake, I think butterfly cakes are in order… Now that I think about it, I can’t believe we haven’t yet made them!

2 Comments
  • Gary Lum
    July 29, 2013

    Mmm…they look good

    • miss posy
      July 31, 2013

      They tasted good too, Gary! Not very good for you, but so yummy.

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