Yesterday I baked a banana cake. It was really good actually, brown and fluffy and had a good flavour. Makes such a difference having a good gas oven, the electric one at Simmons Street was just awful. I don’t think I ever made anything good in that.
After I made it I cut off a couple of slices and knocked on one of my neighbours doors and offered her the cake. This is the neighbour I have not seen much of (she has three very young children so obviously socialising is hard) so it was good to have a reason to drop by. She asked me in and we played with her babies for a bit, it wasn’t much but really nice.
Then I cut off another couple of slices to give to my other neighbours. They were not home but I have a key to their house which I use to put on and collect my washing which I was doing so I left theirs on their table with a little note.
It all felt so good.
El queque estaba deliciocisimoooooooooooooooooo mi amor. Estoy iendo a tafe temprano parea estudiar, te veo en la noche, he comprado las frutas y vegetales, falta comprar las otras cosas, aver si me ayudas a hacer la lista de cosas que necesitamos asi lo hago manana rapidito, te amooooooo.
martin
I am glad to hear the end of the cake story. I gathered it wasn’t a complete disaster when I saw some remnants on the bench. But I’m glad you played with the babies. And leaving cake for washing machine use. Ingenious. I love it
And I am glad too and pleased you got to chat to me while the cake was baking. All the way from Guatemala I feel a part of it!