I am not a domestic diva.
While I can bake cakes and biscuits, I rarely do … unless its something super quick like ANZAC biscuits or date loaf because I really just can’t be bothered going to that much effort for something that we don’t really eat that much of anyway.
So it drives me completely bananas when I get the ninety-third request this term (I’m sure) for a cake for my daughter’s school.
I don’t begrudge the bakers their stall, I just wish they wouldn’t cast me side-long glances when I turn up with no cake for the stall …. again.
I know some people think its a complete doddle to whip up another confection to “help” the school, but I see it as an exercise in torture.
You see, I much prefer spending time as an unofficial teacher aide IN the classroom and helping out with maths and literacy. Not many parents are able to do this due to lack of time, and I feel its something that I can do for the kids (and teacher – she’s tied me down for literacy groups as soon as uni finishes).
I don’t expect everyone to give up their time and help out the teacher, but at the same time, I’d like to be let off catering duty.
Maybe I’m still scarred from my failure to bake the perfect sponge in Year 8 Home Economics class, but baking just ain’t my thing.