Cake Face

Today was the day that my week of baking has been leading up to. I held my cake sale this morning and raised a healthy £300 for Starlight the foundation that grants wishes for terminally ill children. I am so stuffed with cake and have been for a week now that one wouldn't think I would ever want to see another cake as long as I live- but one would be incredibly wrong. There is nothing not to like about cake. Between the cup cakes and coffee cakes and sticky lemon drizzle cakes (to mention but a few) I just would not get bored with cake.

Holding the cake sale then, is perhaps more self motivated than it first appears. I make the cakes, I slave over a hot stove and order my "staff" around like the witch that I so don't want to be and at the end of it all I get to eat cake- so much cake- and all in the name of charity. I sold them- sure I made £300 but I also put on at least 300lbs in cake weight. A cake sale- a biannual event for me- leaves me with baby weight to shift- the kind that drops off laboriously slowly with the maximum amount of guilt about overeating and not exercising. But this is all outweighed- perhaps even the money raised- by the tiny little smiling faces that peer over my cake stand with grins that extend beyond their ears and into their hair, the little fingers that grab and the mouths that squeal. The pleasure that I receive from cake then, is not the only pleasure that the event dishes out- I do it for the children. Not just the sick ones (although my thoughts are significantly with them) but for all the other little tummies that I please along the way.