I remember when my siblings and I were little bitty and my mother made all sorts of jam, cakes and bread. Gooseberry jam, golden jam, guava jam, coconut cake, banana cake, wheat bread, corn bread and baked/cooked all of them really good. Of course there were ones I did not make a fuss for but boy or boy there were times I had the biggest sweet tooth and a stomach to my throat. I had the taste for the jams and the cakes.
I still remember the smell of the spices: cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves etc wrapping together floating in the air, begging for noses to sniff. Urmm and mouth to break in smiles and the stomach grumbling in anticipation. My saliva teased my tongue fighting out as drools of shame made contact with skin.
I ate and ate until I heard “no” or “stop.” I ate so much, that I do not make a big fuss for them today. Of course, I am cautious of diabetes in the family and rely on my childhood memory of the endless sweet days. I do not want to add my name to the D list but of course I do have days when I crave candy or something sweet. Scapegoat it to pms?
Sweet, a prompt for Prompt Storm over at MomHood. Come over to join us and share your stories of your favourite sweets.
Thank you for reading and please do tell me of your childhood baking memories down below.