Rock cakes kind of always remind me of Christmas. I know, I know, it's only March and it was Christmas only 4 months ago! But hear me out. Rock cakes especially cinnamon ones remind me of mom's baking when we were kids. The smell of baked goods wafting through the house was a sign that it was Christmas morning. We would all excitedly go to the kitchen knowing that freshly baked goodies awaited us. The best part of eating these rock cakes was the crunchy slightly hard exterior then biting into the soft fluffy insides! Aaaaaah, great memories.
