I took mummy's old oven gloves', opened the oven, placing my whipped cake in, then my sister done the same.

We was very excited about our first baked cakes, we went into the living room and waited, and waited and waited, is it cooked yet mum,we said over and over  again, restless, sitting on the sofa, as we continued to wait. 

Cooked Cakes

Mum called us into the kitchen,  we came marching in, like little soldiers smothered in self raising flour, laughing and giggling, ummm, yummy, smelling cakes.

Mummy said, take your oven gloves now open the oven slowly, when I opened the oven , the beautiful smell hit me, with the warm heat of the oven whiffting up.

Gently placing them on the airing trays we waited until they cooled.

Then the best bit of all.

Jamming

Mummy said, turn those cakes out, like this, she showed us with her imaginary hands'

Now take your knife and butter with jam, place the two cakes on top of one another, like so.

What a magnificent cake, we sliced straight, and then the most enjoyable of all, we ate .

Baking our two stage cake.