A few days ago I came across a blog post with the recipe for Rock cakes. I have not had rock cakes for years, and in fact it has been years since I really did any cake baking. So, whilst Stuart has gone off fishing I had a sort through the cupboards to see if I had all the ingredients. I did, so cooking commenced.
My Grandmother was a pretty good cook. She cooked for memory mainly but she did own a few cookery books and I now own the ones that she did. A favourite was rock cakes. Mum, whilst I was at school was in fact a dreadful cook. I have memories of taking sponges to school that had a dip in the middle. I don't know what happened, different recipe, different oven, but at some point the sponges stopped having dips. I can't recall who made the rock cakes of my childhood, but as I got this batch under-way I was deep in thought of yesteryear.
Perhaps it was not enough concentration, because my batch are not an absolute success, but they are edible. I know as I have just had one! I think next time I will make a small amendment, a splash more milk, but only a splash!
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