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Monday, 11 March 2013

Victoria Sponge Forever

On my first Mother’s Day, Husband made me a cake. My favourite cake; Victoria sponge. Pip was nine months old and we spent the weekend in a cottage in a small hamlet near Lake Ullswater. I remember the smell of early morning baking, of being told I couldn’t enter the kitchen.  In the afternoon, we had tea (from the pot, as it was a special occasion) and cake.  Pip, my bouncing baby boy, sat on my lap with beaming smiles. This was the view from the veranda. I felt so very happy and content.  


A year on, and we had just moved house. The oven at Faulty Towers didn’t let my Husband down.  He and a now twenty one month year old Pip rose early and baked again.  The result, a triumphant Victoria sponge. It was a warm day for March. That afternoon we ate huge slices of cake in the summer house at the end of the garden, basking in the positivity and promise of spring. I love the photographs we have of Pip munching on his slice of cake. He was so pleased to have his own piece; just like Mummy.

The following year we found ourselves somewhere different yet again. A yurt in the Canary Islands.  I’d resigned myself to the fact that it was highly unlikely I would be the recipient of a cake that year.  Yet, as I woke from my lie in, staring at the deep red pleats of the fabric roof above me, the nostalgic smell of previous Mother’s Days greeted me, sweet and sugary, and I knew they were baking.  Fortuitously, my boys had found a heart shaped silicone tray stuffed in a drawer under the small oven, and after collecting fresh eggs laid by the chickens at the Finca, they’d set to work in the outdoor courtyard kitchen. I had my Victoria sponge again. A hat trick, three years in a row. A new tradition had been born.



Yesterday by 8am, a sponge cake had been baked to Mary Berry’s recipe. (We’re going through a Mary Berry phase in our house right now.)  In the afternoon, like every other Mother’s Day, we had tea and cake (this year minus the teapot, which is still wrapped in bubble wrap somewhere). The cake was delicious, sharp tangy raspberry jam and whipped double cream inside, a small decoration on top. They’d even glazed the fruit.  I reckon my boys would stand a good chance in any bake off.



"Do you like it Mummy?" "Is it delicious?" "Is it the best cake you’ve ever had?" asked Pip.
"It certainly is, my darling".

And I meant it.  It was the best cake I’ve had - equal to the one last year, and the year before, and the year before.  They’re the four best cakes I’ve ever had.

It’s such a simple thing, but it means so much. I love the tradition that Pip and his father have established between them of making me my favourite cake on Mother’s Day. I’m not a materialistic person, I don’t care for fancy presents, just a card and a cake, and the opportunity to sit and share it together.  Yesterday I wondered how many more Mother’s Days I’ll receive a homemade cake.  I hope it’s many, many more.  Victoria sponge forever, that’s all I want.

I'm linking this post up to the #magicmoments linky over at The Oliver's Madhouse.

20 comments:

  1. What a wonderful, thoughtful tradition. The cakes look gorgeous, and it sounds like you had a fabulous day xx

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    1. Thank you, I did. Hope your first Mutti day was wonderful too. x

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  2. That's lovely! I remember you writing about your victoria sponge in the yurt last year. What a special tradition to start.

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    1. Gosh, you're lapping my posts now! That's the wonderful thing about having regular readers. :0)

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  3. This is such a fabulous tradition and its so beautifully simple. You cant get nicer than baked from the heart!

    Thanks for linking up for #magicmoments :-) x

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    1. A pleasure. I think it's a lovely idea for a linky.

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  4. How wonderful. Victoria Sponge will always been special for you now - thanks to Pip and his Daddy xx

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    1. I know, it will always be special now. It's Pip's favourite too, so I definitely don't end up eating it all on my own :0)

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  5. What a lovely post! You must have a very loving husband and family :)

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  6. Ooh I've gone all goose pimply reading this! You lucky, lucky lady - what a gorgeous tradition!

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  7. A baking husband, I'm so jealous. What a beautiful tradition to have and what a special treat for you, long may the Victoria sponge making continue. x

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    1. Thank you. Yes, he is a good baking husband. Makes me feel quite inadequate!

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  8. What a fabulous, meaningful tradition the men in your life have started. I hope you'll be eating Victoria Sponge for many many years to come x

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  9. That's so delightful - what a lovely, lovely tradition - and they all look fabulous. Younger Dad makes buttermilk pancakes! Ps Lake Ullswater is just stunning - my favourite lake!

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    1. Buttermilk pancakes - yum! I love Lake Ullswater. Less commercialised and some great walks around there.

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  10. Aswww what a lovely tradition! The cake looks yum x

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  11. How lovely and a tradition that involves cake is always a winner for me!
    My partner had the lie in this year as he was working so late on the Saturday and then was back at work in the afternoon so was a bit miffed I missed out on a small lie in! Can I put my order in for next year ;) x

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  12. That's lovely, what a thoughtful husband you have. I shall have to show my fiance this post and drop some hints :)

    http://emilymodernmummy.blogspot.co.uk/

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