Over the last five days I have made three (3!) cakes – sounds glorious doesn’t it?
It all started on Saturday morning. I whipped up my go-to celebration cake while Shane took the two big girls to swimming lessons and the baby was asleep. It was my Grandma’s 87th birthday – her first birthday since my Pop passed – and we were heading to her place for lunch on Sunday. Mum was taking lunch and I put my hand up to make the cake, because it really is the best cake. Continue reading