The ordinary cake

It's in the ordinary that our lives pass us by. I love ordinary. Because in the ordinary is when the good stuff happens.

The unplanned, non strategic plan of family life.

Like me announcing at dinner that I really wished we had cake for dessert. I had been so busy at work that I only had time to consume a Chiko Roll, and as fantastic as that Chiko was, man was I still pretty hungry.

Miss 8 jumped up and said "I can make a cake".

No you can't I thought.

You won't be able to do it without my help.

But she did.

There was one egg that rolled a bit too fast and ended up smashed on the floor but the rest made it into the bowl.

There was me getting it out of the oven at the very end when she could smell it was ready.

She waited til it cooled, whacked it out on to the wire rack and then sliced it up.

Choc chips had been added to the recipe and they were warm and melty when we ate it.

The cake didn't stick to the bottom of the pan, it didn't sink in the middle, it didn't burn on the edges. It was exactly as it was meant to be.

It was an ordinary vanilla packet cake mix and in all the ordinary, we had perfection.

What are your kids up to this week?