“In the oven you numpty! she knows how to, and it will taste delicious. It will be creamy and so tasty, Mammy said so and she told me she might turn off the lights and set it on fire because it’s your birthday, but Dad said not to because it will put bad ideas in your silly head, so she’s going to use a blow torch instead.”
I ran to my room and looked at the globe, “What was my Mammy at?”
“You can’t bake Alaska!