Whenever I think of this day, I envisage young, still pyjama-ed children standing on their tip toes, arms outstretched as they try to curl a finger round a mug handle from a cupboard that is just a fraction out of their reach. All over country, on Mothers’ day morning, sons and daughters stand vigilant over the toaster to capture the exact moment when the toast’s golden sides equate to ‘just how she likes it’. Homemade cards are adjusted on lap trays or table tops to show off their heartfelt designs at their best angle. Flowers, which have spent the night in buckets and hidden in the garage emerge and are arranged artfully in vases; the price and petrol station sticker far away.
It is these images of Mothers’ Day that remind me of how far my sister and I have come at perfecting our Mothers’ day routine. Each year, each smashed cup and discarded piece of charred Hovis have been part of our learning experience. Unperturbed by these little setbacks, every year we have come back wiser and with more kitchen common sense to concoct a day to remember (for the right reasons). We’ve got past the squabbles of who got to carry the breakfast tray or who was entitled to the final lick of the spatula as ultimately, a shared goal always united us. Everything we did was for a greater purpose… to show our mother, the woman who I would be utterly lost without, the most patient, loyal and caring person, I know how much I love and appreciate everything she has done for me- especially the giving birth bit!
This year proved to be no exception.
There were only two activities which we believed were worthy of such a Matriarch and making 2017’s Mothers’ Day our best yet:
Pottery painting and consuming a whopping, big slice of chocolate cake.
I took this opportunity to expand my collection of breakfast receptacles.
Cat, or should I say Cat Kidston, proved that one can never have too many items adorned with love hearts!
And of course, the ‘whopping, big slice of chocolate cake’ as previously mentioned; made positively guilt free from the first, delicious fork full. Who could have possibly regretted eating anything which provided such a high calibre of fudge-y chocolatiness?!
A mouthful of this divine bad boy accompanied by the additional crunch and juices of fresh blueberries was utterly incredible. Seriously, this was a cake work of art- rather appropriate given the way we had spent our morning!