“My Mother Is A Baker”

My mother baked every Saturday. She baked bread, sweet bread, coconut drops, cake, coconut tarts, pone and currants rolls. Everything was done from scratch. We were her helpers. Blessed was the day that my dad bought a blender, but it did not matter to her… We had to use the grater to grate the coconut and cassava, the mortar and pestle, to pound the cinnamon, clove and other spices, and a wooden spoon and a bowl to cream the butter and sugar. After all the ingredients were prepared, the baking started and the house smelt heavenly…