Cake Batter

So my Mum is making a cake.
So I'm *cough*an adult*cough* and lurking in wait for the cake batter.
Yes, I am a cake batter fan.
Yes, I lurk in waiting.
No, I am not ashamed of this fact.
Yes, I am popping in now and again to dip my finger in the bowl.
No, I am not ashamed of being chased out of the kitchen by my mother.
Yes, I am waiting for her back to be turned so I can have another go.
No, I am not ashamed of being opportunistic, either.
No, I am not ashamed that I love cake batter.
Yes, I love to lick the bowl when she's finished making the cake.
No, I am not ashamed of the fact that my brother is married and lives away, meaning I get the spoon full of batter, too.
No, I am not ashamed of the fact that I'm happy I don't have to share the batter bowl and spoon with my brother.
Yes, I am SO stoked that I get to lick the beaters, too.
No, I am not ashamed of being a selfish grown-up brat when it comes to cake batter.
Mine! Mine! Mine!
Now excuse me while I go inside - I hear the mixer has stopped - time for CAKE BATTER!!!
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Published on July 13, 2019 00:14 Tags: batter, cake, licking-the-bowl
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message 1: by Sandra (new)

Sandra I fully agree! I used to stay in my grandmother's every weekend when I was a kid. Every Saturday night she would bake a sponge cake and an apple tart for tea on Sunday. My job was to 'clean' the cake bowl. Best part of the weekend!!


message 2: by Angela (new)

Angela Verdenius Sandra wrote: "I fully agree! I used to stay in my grandmother's every weekend when I was a kid. Every Saturday night she would bake a sponge cake and an apple tart for tea on Sunday. My job was to 'clean' the ca..."

Oh yum! Things like that bring back so many memories, don't they? I've made it my personal mission to keep this particular memory alive


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