I liked this little story from 125 years ago which made me smile. A newly wed Blantyre man was proud of his new bride’s efforts to bake for the first time, as she became accustomed to settling into married life in May 1898. Indeed, so proud of her, he wrote into the newspaper, penning the following poem in celebration:
She measured out the butter, with a very solemn air,
The milk and sugar also, she took the greatest care,
To count the eggs correctly, and to add a little bit,
of baking powder, which you know, beginners oft’ omit;
Then she stirred it all together, and she baked it for an hour,
But she never quite forgave herself, for leaving out the flour.
AI imagines this anecdote as illustrated.