Though I haven’t eaten them in years, I felt an incredible urge to make butterfly cakes today. It is my birthday tomorrow so maybe thinking of these morsels of childhood is more appealing than thinking about my actual age at the moment, and anyway, Ella & Phoebe were certainly enthused about the plan. I decided to add a bit of a twist by making blueberry sauce to use instead of jam and we thought they were pretty tasty!
My main memory of these little winged cakes is from when I was about four years old and going to a dress up day at kindy when the night before I changed my mind about what I wanted to dress up as & decided I wanted to be Little Red Riding Hood and of course butterfly cakes were the only acceptable thing to carry in my basket. So Mum (and she reminds me of this semi-regularly) had to come up with a costume and red cape and stay up making butterfly cakes for my basket. I do remember leaving the house the next morning feeling very Red Riding Hoodish and being sure that she would have carried nothing else in her basket but but these butterfly cakes covered in a red checked cloth. Thanks Mum!