Baking

I've just had one of those moments when you realise you've turned into your own mother.

I was baking some gingerbread, for a cake stall at church in aid of the Philippines Appeal, and I looked at the tins I was using. They are very tatty and rusted. This isn't a problem, as I line them. But I suddenly thought how very old they looked - just as I remember my mother using very old cake tins when I was younger. And I realised that these ones I use regularly are ones I bought about... um... 30 years ago.

My mum's 'very old tins' were probably not that old.

Here is a picture of the two gingerbreads - as you can see, the cake didn't come into contact with the elderly tins!