Baking for Generations

Sometimes while I am baking for my Sunday market my mind drifts away to when I was little and my mother baked a mountain of afghans, caramel squares and yo-yos for our school packed lunches for the week. And I would eye up the cake mix lurking in the shadows and pouncing on egg beaters and wooden spoons dripping with chocolate biscuit mix or blobs of jam off the bench that didn't quite make it into the yo-yo.

And I think it was all the relished kitchen time with my Mum that has made me want to bake traditional homemade treats for the market.
Here we have a young baker/taster in the making.