I became interested in baking at this time (around 15 years old) and so my Mum used to include me in the process whenever she was baking.
I seem to recall doing a pretty good job with pies but the climax of my culinary delights career (and also its downfall) was during an afternoon while Mum was at work.
I wanted to bake a really nice big cake as a surprise, and it certainly was! I cannot remember what it was called, but the recipe called for 12 eggs. Eggs were quite expensive at that time (I found out later).
Getting all the ingredients together I could only find 11 eggs but thought nothing of it, after all, what difference could 1 egg make?
It all seemed to be coming together rather well and, when the oven reached the required temperature, “I bunged it in” (my Mum’s terminology)! After the necessary cooking time, I opened the oven door and there, in all its glory, was this perfectly shaped cake! Mum had shown me that to check whether it was properly cooked, I just gently insert a knife into it and when withdrawing it, look for any uncooked cake mixture on the knife blade.
I inserted the knife, and after a brief escape of steam, my cake collapsed completely! There was nothing remaining that could be remotely passed off as a cake and so it was an unmitigated disaster!
Mum’s immediate reaction was “How many eggs did you use? What on earth were you making? You used up all my eggs?”
Perhaps I forgot to separate the eggs?
On one Saturday while Dad was at work, Frances (she was then around 10) and I were playing outside the house. The game ended with her chasing me. I ran into the house through the kitchen door and quickly shut it behind me with the intention of stopping Frances from coming in! The kitchen door had 3 glass panels in it. When she reached the door, her solution to me stopping her from coming in was to simply kick the door. Unfortunately, she kicked a glass panel and broke it. That was the end of that game and also the end of our pocket money for a couple of weeks.
For some reason, which I have never understood, Dad did not lose his temper over the incident. I can only assume that Mum somehow intervened.