…or Welsh cakes.

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My favourite memory: my Ma bustling around in the kitchen making Welsh cakes whilst my brother and I sat around the kitchen table, doing our homework.  Now and then, she would stop to help us, a big smile on her face. She was so happy.

And that is the point about Welsh cakes: you have to really love being a cook (and being a parent) to make them. Because there is no hurrying them  pice ar y maen. You have to stand by the stove (yes, hot stove) waiting for it to cook.

Here’s the recipe from BBC GoodFood Guide. I am almost too ashamed to publish my Ma’s … it’s full of sugar!