‘It’s like eating cake,’ I told her, trying to explain my penchant for writing, then reading all the FFF stories on Friday night. ‘The writing is the cake, reading, comments and commenting are like the icing.’
‘What sort of cake?’
‘Well…Lamingtons here in Australia. Swiss rolls in Switzerland. Baklava in Greece. Dundee cake in Scotland. Panettone in Italy. Gateaux in France and doughnuts in America.’
‘Oh.’ She looked thoughtful. ‘I’m hungry, Grandma.’
“Hmm…me, too! Let’s go make some pancakes.’
Perhaps my three-year-old granddaughter will one day emulate my love of writing but for now let us eat cake!
‘What sort of cake?’
‘Well…Lamingtons here in Australia. Swiss rolls in Switzerland. Baklava in Greece. Dundee cake in Scotland. Panettone in Italy. Gateaux in France and doughnuts in America.’
‘Oh.’ She looked thoughtful. ‘I’m hungry, Grandma.’
“Hmm…me, too! Let’s go make some pancakes.’
Perhaps my three-year-old granddaughter will one day emulate my love of writing but for now let us eat cake!
