Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favourite childhood meal.
The twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.
As a child, my favourite meal was dessert, and nothing much has changed really!
When it came to birthdays, my Nan made the best sponge cake ever. We were only allowed to beat the cream, vanilla essence and icing sugar together with a manual hand beater, for the middle of the cake.
There was always self-criticism and mild panic in Nan’s voice after the sponge was taken out of the oven.
‘Oh, not my best darling, but it will have to do.’
‘Oh dear, it has sunk a little, damn it!’
I thought she was the best cook in the world.
It was so light to touch, that the wire cake cooler would leave its slight indentation. The cream was carefully spread in the middle, and a good dusting of icing sugar to finish the top.
We would all sit around the table in my Grandparent’s tiny kitchen. My great Nana, Nan, Gramps, Mum, Dad, Sister and me. The candles lit, and the singing began.
When the cake fork sunk into the sponge, it was like bumping into a cloud, then into my mouth, it would literally disappear.
This was such pure delight.