I don't know why, but I don't feel quite like a proper Mum unless I'm baking something. I'm hoping it has something to do with the deeply satisfying feeling of making something yummy from scratch with your own hands, and nothing to do with any outdated notions of motherhood.
It had been at least a week since my last baking episode, so I made some vegan scones today. Although I am not vegan anymore, Mr P still is, so there's more chance of food being eaten if it's vegan. Surprisingly, I found a recipe on the BBC Food website, which even has a vegan baking section.
I rolled my dough out a little too thin so they didn't rise very much, but they are still yummy! Not bad for my first ever scones.
Of course the acid test is always whether Jake will like it. We'll find out when he wakes up from his nap.
Edit: It is a tad disappointing when your child spits out and makes a face at something you've made, not once, but three times! Never mind. He might like them tomorrow! ;-)