He never forgets.
Mumma cake khanaa hai, says the half sleepy son at 6 in the morning.
Huh! Kal to khaya tha. (Ugh! I ate his cake and mine and husband's. The chocolate truffle that was yesterday's breakfast.)
Mumma khana hai. Please!
Damn it! Who taught him 'please'.
So at 6:30 in the morning I lug myself out of bed to the kitchen wondering all sorts of things and mainly 'who the hell taught Manka'Please'!!!!.
Open the fridge, find some fruits, oh Good! fruit cake.
Stone the cherries, chop some plums, pineapple and some mango candy.
Dry ingredients, wet ingredients, cake tin, preheat oven, wet ingredients into dry ingredients, set the oven, say a little prayer, in goes the batter and PHEW!!
7:40 AM. Not bad!!
Give Manka his milk. Make some ginger tea and ----Ah Heaven!!
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