This is not a food blog, but into every life comes a hot milk sponge cake. No one in this house likes shortcake - it's just a biscuit - and one person in the house, the tallest one, likes those store-bought sponge things made from corn syrup and cellophane. I promised to make a real sponge if he brought home strawberries. Here it is. It's from an internet recipe, only I opted against the obsessive sifting at every step. Really, in this day and age there are whisks. Use one to mix the dry ingredients and you're fine.
I knew you'd want to see it, this nice cake.
The sad thing is that this got flooded with milk in his bowl the same as if it was a nasty chemical cake. The good thing is that this looks like breakfast.