After almost 70 years of avoiding a kitchen I had a fancy, the other day, to try making scones. My father and grandfather both enjoyed baking so I imagine it must have been buried deep in my genes.
Well I bought the stuff, got a recipe and made a batch. They were superb. My wife couldn't believe that someone who thought flour grew in gardens could make such a success straight off the bat.
Over the past week I have made 3 batches of shortbread (by the time I got to the third batch it was glorious), a batch of rock buns which are melt in your mouth, and today I have a Lemon Drizzle traybake in the oven.
I think I missed my calling.