About ten years ago, Mum gave me two of her old exercise books, which contained a lot of handwritten recipes she had collected since 1953. I transcribed these, to preserve them for posterity, as the ink was fading and was diffi cult to read. I remember using these books as a teenager on the farm, baking on weekends to fill the cookie jar and make some cakes for the farm hands. As a lover of good home baking, Mum's recipes have always been there to produce some of those nostalgic smells of freshly baked cakes and biscuits. I loved baking for my kids when they were growing up, and they...