I remember when I was a child how magical I found it for a gooey mixture turning into a solid cake. How I waited for my mum to give me the spatula after she was done pouring the goo into the tin, so I can lick whatever was left on it because it was so delicious. And how I would stay in the kitchen and look at the oven, waiting for the moment the cake would rise above the tin, like a mountain in its moment of birth. So it was only natural when the very first I wanted to learn how to make was a cake.
