Baking in Pyjamas

Does anyone else bake in their pyjamas, or is it just me?

My favourite time of day to bake is morning, which makes a lot of sense when we're talking about baking for an afternoon tea, meaning everything is deliciously fresh. Even better and absolute bliss is baking on my own in the morning, while the others are still tucked up in bed. Difficult because the little uns room is above the mixer, but I'm describing bliss here, not reality.

I pad downstairs still in my pyjamas, with a dressing gown or cardi for warmth and slippers on my feet. Kettle on and first cuppa of the day. Nothing happens before I have a cup of tea inside me. Radio on, cat fed, cup in hand, it's a good time for a little sit at the kitchen table, always with my back to the oven and facing the window. I have my favourite chair for reading at the kitchen table, with glimpses of the garden through the window and back door. I might sip my tea and flick through the recipes for the day, thinking through what needs to be done, what equipment I'm going to have to get out. Next, roll up sleeves, wash hands, pinny on and we're ready to go. If I get warm at any time, or for extra ease of movement, I might take the pinny off, take off the dressing gown or cardi and put the pinny back on.

Cakes baked and on trays cooling, I'm finally ready to get dressed for the day. Whether it's 9am or midday, it's my favourite way of baking. If I have to bake dressed, after I've taken the kids to school, I will do, but it's not the same lovely baking-in-pyjamas feeling.