‘Mothering Sunday was originally a time when people returned to the church, in which they were baptized or where they attended services when they were children. This meant that families were reunited as adults returned to the towns and villages where they grew up. In time, it became customary for young people who were working as servants in large houses, to be given a holiday on Mothering Sunday.’
My dear old mum is eighty eight and gravely ill in hospital. This is the first Mothering Sunday that we have not been together. As a child my dad would walk me to the end of the lane and we would buy a bunch of daffodils from a bucket outside one of the big houses. These would be proudly presented to mum.
One of the things I have inherited from my mum is a love of baking. Saturday morning was always baking day as I was growing up. So to ease the pain of not being able to visit her and sit with her in these Covid times, I thought it would be nice to share recipes from her book- a recipe a day.
Starting with a childhood favourite: Raisin and nut cake. Glaced with pink icing!
Happy Mothering Sunday Mum!