Two years. Two sisters. Two cakes.

Two pairs of little hands to get stuck into my mixing bowls.

Every year, when trying to figure out what to make, I remind myself about rule number one of birthday cakes: kids don’t care about eating the cake, it just needs lots of colour and some candles on top. Every year – twice a year – I disregard my own advice. I can never resist making a cake that the adults will enjoy after all the icing and edible glitter has been picked off.