In the last year or so, one of my good friends has gotten into baking. Until now I hadn’t seen any benefit to this whatsoever as not a crumb had passed my lips, but this past Sunday she came over, Rachel Allen’s Cake in hand, and we set about making this cake.
Bread is a funny thing. It’s the stuff of life and the one thing I probably couldn’t live without, but the thought of making it at home fills me with dread. Maybe it’s the time and effort you have to put in which, in an instant, can all be for nothing – a minute too long in the oven, a forgotten pinch of salt, so many little things that could be fixed in cooking are irreparable when you’re baking.