Easter baking - Cake thirty-eight

Hot Cross Buns

"Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, one a penny, two a penny hot cross buns. If you have no daughters give it to your sons, one a penny two a penny hot cross buns.." You know this refrain, don’t you? It’s a famous British lullaby and it’s ones of the many I sang with my children when they were little. I remember I used to play the tape recorder every morning and wake them up to the sound of a lullaby and sang together when getting ready. I also prepared some games to memorize the songs and once a week we spent an afternoon playing in English. It was a way to overcome the barrier of learning another language: through singing dancing and playing they connected sounds to gestures or pics automatically. 

And still now that they’re grown up one word is enough to recall a lullaby or a rhyme and there we all go...... we sing or say the rhyme and laugh a lot! We simply can’t help it! It’s like being one of those animals - I think they were monkeys - the behaviourists

used in their experiments to prove that we all react the same way after a repeated stimulus. 

Song: P.S. I Love you

I'm sure we all have some words to treasure  

See recipe: http://time-for-cake-making.blogspot.it/2014/05/easter-baking-cake-thirty-eight-hot.html

Easter baking - Cake thirty-seven

Smart Bunnies

Bunnies don’t belong to the Italian Easter tradition, we have sheep and doves instead which derive from Christian symbology. Our Easter national cake, ‘Colomba’, is, in fact, in the shape of a dove and it’s a cake, like ‘Panettone’, which we don’t bake at home, they’re mostly industrially produced. I did try to make a ‘Colomba’ a few years ago, but I can't say it was a success: the cake I made tasted very different... Was it the recipe which wasn’t good or was it me? I don’t know, maybe the two of them, but I was so disappointed that I've never tried again.

In Sicily they make marzipan sheep for Easter and there’s always been one on my table on Easter day, my aunt sends us one every year. Anyway since I like to borrow recipes

from other countries’ traditions you’ll find bunnies in all shapes on my Easter table. We don’t see hopping bunnies in Spring in Italy, they don’t live in the wild, but they’re usually bred in cages to be sold and eaten, a rather prosaic vision of this sweet and docile animal! I’d rather picture it through Beatrix Potter’s stories and drawings and love to identify them with Peter Rabbit and his little siblings. The colourful ribbon around these rabbits’ necks is my homage to Peter Rabbit in fact!

Song: Piggies

Have you seen the little.... rabbits hopping in the park?

See recipe: 

http://time-for-cakemaking.blogspot.it/2014/05/cake-thirty-seven-easter-baking-smart.html

Easter baking - Cake thirty-six

Easter Gingerbread Cookies 

Easter is a happy time for baking! It’s another period of the year, like Christmas, I’m really fond of as I am kind of officially authorized to devote myself full time to cake making. I can bake from morning to evening, completely forgetting there’s life going on outside my kitchen! I may look like a robot set on the ‘baking’ mode which cannot be turned off until the whole programme has been fully and satisfactorily carried out. And it’s partly true.... My mind goes crazy and works very fast at different levels organizing all the work: one side the recipes which are a must have in my family, - Sicilian Cassata, Chocolate Eggs, Lollipops and Bunnies of all sizes, a basket with chocolate eggs, hangings for the Easter Tree, Hot Cross Buns, cakes or cookies in the shape of bunnies and breads in typical Easter shapes - and on the other side the new entries since I like to experiment something new every year - this year it was the time of some Easter Gingerbread Cookies and Bunnies Shortbread Cookies. The Cheese Panettone has only recently become part of our Easter lunch. Am I not tired in the end? Of course I am! But .....  all in all it doesn’t matter that much..... 

Song: For no one

Close your eyes and listen to this song, don’t you feel a bit better now? 

see recipe: http://time-for-cake-making.blogspot.it/2014/05/cake-thirty-six-easter-gingerbread.html

Cake thirty-five

Harjeet Coffee Cake

I got this recipe from a friend I met in London when I was working as a shop assistant in Oxford St. I was in my early twenties and it was summertime. She was an Indian girl, with long, straight black hair, a Sikh who was born and living in England. We immediately became friends; it was not much because we were the same age, it was mainly we shared the same ideas and dreams, as I’d call them now, but at that time it was more like fighting against old prejudices and behaviour codes. It was a time when I was studying Japanese and was fascinated by Eastern cultures and philosophy. I had already got a Japanese friend, I had met a few years before in London, and we’re still good friends! It was my first hand experience of a multicultural society and I was thrilled at the idea of friends sharing same ideas although coming from different backgrounds. I’m not changed much though... I dare say... which I don’t know whether to consider it positive or not..... I learnt to see my problems under another perspective and realised I was quite lucky in my family! My parents, my father in particular, loved travelling; when he was a boy, he was dreaming to become a sailor to see the world, but then he saw the war, WW2 , and all his dreams were gone!  The war had destroyed his youth but made his love for family and friendship bondings even greater. He was ever so happy to have guests and happier if they were foreigners. So to cut it short, Harjeet, this Indian friend of mine, came to my place and met my family, my father and his little coffee pot. This is the cake she thought he’d love. 

Song: Sgt Pepper

It was twenty or more years ago....

see recipe: http://time-for-cake-making.blogspot.it/2014/05/cake-thirty-five-harjeet-coffee-cake.html

Cake thirty-four

Black Sand Castle

Ever made a sand castle on the beach? I’m sure we all have, both when we were little children and  later in our life when we had children. I find it simply intriguing the way you can combine water and sand and set your imagination free. I love it! It didn’t matter whether my castle wasn’t that big or if the castle next to mine looked perfect even after a few hours, while mine had been soon destroyed by a sudden wave....  it was my attempt to give shape to the so many castles I had imagined when listening to or reading fairy tales. Maybe ‘cause I live in a region full of Medieval castles, or maybe ‘cause I’m still a child myself inside. I’ve always been fascinated by castles, secret passages and high surrounding walls which hid huge parks although I’ve never seen a castle as a dark and macabre place as in the gothic tradition, but more like a happy place. I know this sounds quite anachronistic and it’s only what we read in fairy tales....! But I like to see it like that! 

Song: Yellow Submarine

Leave the real world behind you...

see recipe: http://time-for-cake-making.blogspot.it/2014/03/cake-thirty-four-black-sand-castle.html

Cake thirty-three

Night & Day

Night or day? Dark or light, black or white? If you close your eyes and set your mind free, do you have the same mind associations as me? Do night and day correspond to the same stereotypes? For many of us they may do, if we share the same background, live in the same geographical area, say Southern Europe, but what if you live in Northern Europe or by the Equator? What are your free associations? Me? I’d continue with dream and daydream, relaxing and working, sleeping and coffee, home and workplace, soft pillow and wooden chair, silence and chatting, stars and sunshine, freedom and duty....If you had to choose between day and night, which is your favourite time? Mine is night, it means home to me, a place where I feel safe, the meeting point of my family, a place where I can shut all worries outside the door and be sure I am myself. I simply feel alright and don’t need to do so special things, I only let go of everything.

song: A Hard Day's Night
Home is home!

see recipe: http://time-for-cake-making.blogspot.it/2014/02/cake-thirty-three-night-day.html

Cake thirty-two

Xmas Cookies

Every year I wait for Xmas time to come, yes, I do feel like a child in a way, maybe because I have nice memories from my childhood. My family was quite small, it was just my mum, my dad and I, but my mum’s sister and her husband were always with us. They had no children and they considered me their daughter. My mum used to decorate the house, my dad made the nativity and Xmas tree. The table for Xmas Eve dinner looked gorgeous and very elegant, like a table of a five- star hotel, since my mum looked after all the details. But it was never pompous. There was a kind of ritual I still cherish, before dinner we all gathered around the Nativity, which wasn’t in the same room as the Xmas tree and we sang a few songs waiting for Father Xmas, I called it Father Xmas and not Santa Claus, to arrive. Suddenly the bell rang and my father went to open the door. It was just a matter of minutes, but they seemed hours to me.. At last he shouted - it’s Father Xmas, he’s brought a lot of gifts, do come and see! So I rushed to the sitting room and ... there it was, the Xmas tree all surrounded by big and small packets! I stood open-mouthed in astonishment... I can still remember how excited I felt...

What was inside the packet wasn’t that relevant, it was the  atmosphere and the waiting that mattered! Once my mum’s brother and sister came from Sicily and for that occasion my dad had put up a huge Xmas tree that touched the ceiling. It was like an event for me, I wouldn’t have been alone waiting for the bell to ring, my little cousin was there too. You may not guess how mad he went when he saw all the gifts under the tree! We often like to recall that moment, nice memories to share. 

At that time I didn’t realize the time my parents took to make all the preparations. It was simply natural...

So when Xmas is approaching, it’s something I cannot help, I get into the same state of mind. I do my best to continue this tradition of joyful and almost timeless atmosphere.. It’s like a tribute to my parents and my aunt Lucia who've dedicated their lives to me. 

song: Any time at all

All I had to do was call and my father and aunt were there

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