My mother is many wonderful things, but a cook is not one of them. I don’t have fond memories of us licking cake bowls and cutting out cookies in a warm, homey kitchen. In fact, as a notoriously fussy child, I was fed mostly on anything-on-toast and whatever could be thrown in the oven, as the chances of me eating it quietly and not throwing a room shattering tantrum were inversely proportional to the amount of carbs I was served (let’s be honest, not much has changed on this count).
My passion for food arrived when I started having to feed myself, not as the result of any kind of family legacy, and although I’ve had great fun figuring it out for myself, it would have been handy to have the basics in the bag! Here are 5 things I wish my mother had taught me before I jumped on the baking bandwagon.