I’ve never been a baker. I’m a soup maker but I’m not much of a baker.
The idea of a hot oven, a bunch of oily bowls (the aftermath of creaming butter and sugar etc) and washing up – well, that’s not really my idea of a good afternoon.
But I had made a promise. You see, when you make promises, you keep them. And so I was guilty because I had bought the needed ingredients but had yet to make good on my promise.