Baking a Cake

Ok, this isn't baking a cake. This was this morning, sweet little Eloise snuggling bitty baby and patting her head. When she was done with that she read her a book.

 Here's cake though:

Fina measured the dry ingredients herself.

And mixed them. I told her boring stuff about how they had to ration sugar and eggs during WW2 so people on the homefront made up recipes that used less or none of those things. (This one had mayonnaise instead of using raw eggs, which was nice because it meant she could lick the spatula when we were done.)

I may have also gone on about victory gardens and other such things.

But she forgave me for being boring because she was just having so much fun.