CAKE came the reply in chorus. I'm not making a cake this late in the day I said (around 6pm). Oh I'll do it Mummy and the boys can have it for supper when they get back from footy. With this, I could not argue and so sat at the kitchen table supping a cuppa whilst the Little Lady measured, poured, cracked and whisked. I step in at the oven stage and a little over half an hour later we have two beautiful sponges cooling on a rack.
A thin spreading of Nutella sandwiched the two halves together and I melted some chocolate for the topping. At this stage LL took control again, pouring all the chocolate on and spreading liberally with a spatula and then going all out with my copious jars of sprinkles. I do think there is joy in these little jars - even looking at them makes me happy.
The outcome was artistically described by LL
"A night sky picture of the universe with stars (silver stars and balls), planets (coloured disks arranged in circular shapes) and comet tails (extreme use of tiny sprinkles) emerging from the planets".
It was a very creative concept if a little excessive in reality. Which begs the question, is there such a thing as excessive sprinkles? I'll let you decide. Gladly cake is not baked or eaten daily in this house - and on this occasion it was a delightful treat.
I hope you are enjoying a little sweet something in your part of the world.