I have memories of a Carrot Cake that my mom used to bake. My brother and I always came home to a house with home made snacks ready. Cakes, cookies, cupcakes you name it.
Being the kids we were we hurriedly ate our treats and sped out the door for an afternoon of play. As an adult you realize how good these snacks were and how great it was to come home to homemade cooking.
If it weren’t for my husband I don’t think I would get to eat delicious home cooking. That’s the one area in motherhood that I’m not fond of.