[kirklancaster]

Originally Posted by smudgie

My mother was a terrible cook, the fire brigade were called out when she tried to boil eggs. (I kid you not)
My dad taught me how to make Yorkies and the basics then I went into cooking/catering in my late teens and learned the rest.
As has been said, once you can read you should never starve.
Both son and daughter used to bake and cook from an early age, kids baking went to the oven then when they weren't looking it made its wayto the bin, this being when they were pre nursery and once they stopped treating pastry like playdough things changed.
Nothing like a good baking session on a cold winters afternoon to keep them entertained.

DangerMum, Smudgie. Gives a whole new meaning to that phrase; "Shells are exploding all around me".