It has been a week of stunning disbelief and horror, incredible fear and gut-wrenching sadness. I say this, writing from the safety and security of a clean, whole and solid Wellington (oh the irony).
I cannot begin to imagine what the people of Christchurch have been through, and are still going through. Although the clean-up is just beginning, basic services still being restored and many families are still without confirmation of whether their loved ones are alive or not, the spirit of Canterbury remains strong and I wonder if the people of any other province in New Zealand could pull themselves back together, in the way that I know that Cantabs can and will.
And although Cantabrians may not yet be aware of it, the whole of NZ is behind them and willing to help in any way possible. The problem is, that unless you happen to be a nurse, doctor, engineer or some other trained specialist currently in high demand, it's really bloody hard to do anything to help. Cold hard cash is most beneficial and I'm sure that most people who are able to, have given to one of the many funds that have been set up, however it doesn't make you feel any better.
And so, we baked.
It's not going to change lives, reconnect water or rebuild a city, but when the lovely people behind The Great Sunday Bake Off put the word out, it felt like I could finally do something tangible to help the people of Christchurch - if only in the form of a bit of nourishment (or a sugar hit, at least).
I made Gingernuts, Chocolate Chips and Banana Loaf with lots of love. But in the end, hundreds of people have (likely) died, and I baked a few biscuits so I don't really real any better at all.