Bake-A-Cake

Last night, Son No 1 finally got a chance to try baking a cake. He followed the recipe closely (read: scientifically) and put in his best effort. His two brothers watched with rapt attention, while clamouring for their turns to stir the mixture every now and then.


Mummy here guided with theoretical knowledge, explaining why each step was necessary. Son No 1 expressed surprise that mummy had such knowledge (I think his quiet assessment so far was that I was hopeless in the kitchen - a fact that I don't dispute) and I had to tell him that I did home economics in school, and scored a distinction too.

The final product was not very successful - ok, the cake was burnt - but it was due to a faulty oven more than anything else.

After putting the cake mixture into the oven for about 10 minutes, Son No 3 alerted us that there was smoke coming out of the oven. Alarmed, we quickly summoned good old dad. As you can see, dads are real handy when things go wrong!

We thought the burnt cake would go straight into the garbage bin, but Son No 1 and Son No 3 both enthusiastically tried to eat the unburnt parts (see the yellow bits in the picture below) and proclaimed it, well, edible and quite nice. Typically, Son No 2, who is more circumspect and selective over his food, gave an "ew", made a face and declined to follow his brothers' actions.

Well, I will need to call the oven guy to come and take a look at the oven soon. For sure, this will not be the last time we are baking. It can be quite fun.