Nana: "Now. Your Christmas cake, this year..."
Note: My mother is a goddess in the kitchen. A goddess, I tell you; a living legend in all things culinary, and her Christmas cake is no exception. There is just one teeny little issue, and that is that - delicious, tasty and moist as her cake is - we (as in 'the family') are generally too stuffed by the time we reach the cake to do it full justice. As a result, over the last 20 or so years Mum has got into the habit of giving a good 1/3 to 1/2 of the cake to Nana to take home with her at the end of the Christmas break. And Nana, as we shall see, has got into the habit of taking it.
So, back to the conversation in hand.
Nana: "Now. Your Christmas cake, this year..."
Mum: "Yeesss..."
Nana: "You don't need to bother to ice it. I don't really like the icing. Too hard, and too sweet."
Mum: "But I always ice the cake. We all eat it, and we all like it iced."
Nana: "Well, you don't need to this year."
I suppose that you don't reach the age of 98 without learning how to speak your own mind. Or, indeed, without putting yourself first.
(Needless to say, Mum did ice the cake...
...because that is what daughters do and only mothers can tell you when you are not quite perfect - as they so often do even thought you know they love you to bits really!!! Mine ws on about my grey hair - talk about the pot calling the kwettle black! (your nana is brill!)
ReplyDeleteI think when a woman is 98 years old, she should be lsitened to, especially if she is taking home one half of the cake. You may want to have a word with your mother and set her straight.
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