Baking is a small and everyday act that shows someone you care. As a child in the 1970s, I lived in a commune in Copenhagen. My parents were very busy changing the world so, at eight years old in our big communal kitchen, I baked my first cakes. I did not read recipes. I just mixed everything together, poured the resulting batter into a tin and baked it. At some point, somebody explained to me that if I started a cake by beating eggs with sugar, or butter with sugar, I would find I baked lighter, better-tasting cakes.
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