A story about a cake

The pre-cut lemon cake

The pre-cut lemon cake

Today Ellen suggested that we make a cake for Granny’s Birthday.  I am not fooled.  I know that Ellen’s ultimate goal is to lick the icing bowl clean after the cake is made, but I play along.  After all, how nice for her to want to make a cake for her Granny’s Birthday and a good opportunity to practise her new egg cracking skills.

We have a discussion about what sort of cake we should make; we think Granny would like a lemon cake and so we buy some lemons while we are at the community shop in the morning.  We then have a discussion about which heffalump and woozle will be best at making cakes and Ellen decides it is Road Sweeper Heffalump – as long as he’s washed his hands of course.  So I paint her face the appropriate pink.

‘One day’ Ellen begins, as we spoon the cake mixture into the tins, ‘Ellen wanted to mix a cake, but Mum said she was too big to help’

‘Oh dear, poor Ellen’ I reply.  She giggles and continues.

‘Ellen went for a walk until she found Dad.  Dad, Ellen says, can I mix a cake with you?  Of course says Dad and they lived happily ever after’ she giggles again.  I’m not quite sure why I am the villain of the piece, but perhaps Ellen has anticipated the next problem.  We have run out of icing sugar for the all important icing.

‘I’ll tell you a story about the icing sugar’ Ellen begins.

‘One day, Mum was making a cake but there was no icing sugar.  Oh dear, said Mum I need to go to the shop and buy some icing sugar.’  Ellen pauses and looks at me expectantly.

‘You want me to go and buy some icing sugar?’ I ask, Ellen nods, I sigh.  The nearest shop is a 10 minute drive away but I can’t leave the cake half made and anyway I always find it hard to say no to Ellen.

So I drive to buy the icing sugar and when I get back we assemble the cake, with minimal finger licking but quite a lot of manual cleaning of the icing bowl and whisks.

‘Can I have a slice of cake please?’ Ellen asks when we have finished cleaning up.

‘I thought this cake was for Granny?’ I reply.

Ellen barely pauses ‘take Granny a slice’ she replies, already getting a knife out of the drawer and getting herself a plate out of the cupboard.

A new story is already circulating in my head as I cut guiltily into the sponge…Oh well, it’s actually not Granny’s birthday for a couple of weeks and anyway, she’s not supposed to eat too much sugar and she certainly wouldn’t want a whole cake, I tell myself.  After all it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?

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2 thoughts on “A story about a cake

  1. Hey Ellen! That is a brilliant story – and a fantastic cake!! Sure Granny was over the moon.
    We have read all about that cake over here in South Africa!!

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