When Freya was small we would bake together.
Biscuits were her favourite thing. We had a box of 101 cutter shapes. People, stars, flowers, people, boats, cars and of course many letter shapes; an initial for all the people in her life.
After the baking came the decorating. Tubes of coloured icing, teeth breaking silver balls, sugar flowers and edible glitter.
Always a fun but exhausting afternoon, finishing off with a mop of the floor.
But times move on. These days we cook and bake alongside each other, happily sharing the stove, singing along to the radio. I still get to do the washing up.
This weekend, as I made blackberry and blackcurrant jam, Freya made Brownies.
While I simmered, Freya melted.
As I boiled, Freya poured.
As I filled, Freya’s Brownies cooled.
As I labelled, we both ate.
A perfect Sunday afternoon.
Some lament for the times when their children were small. If I’m honest I prefer these more grown up, companionable days.
I’m looking forward to Brownie and ice cream for pudding, later.
Love, Lucie xx