Tuesday date with J….
I gather all ingredients. Butter is missing. A pretty important ingredient, I even know that much. Grrrr… That means supermarket back and forth, fabricating cake, oven…AND getting rid of a looming deadline. This is NOT going to work.
A visit to the bakery is the answer. I pick the ugliest cake there. At home I push the cake into a cake tin (borrowed from the neighbours) and put some smarties on top. So, that looks pretty homemade.
Proudly I present the cake to C.’s teacher. When I want to run off (quickly, because the lie is making me blush), the teacher calls me back. ‘Oh Ella. What’s inside? With regard to allergies, you know?’ Lie Elle, lie! LIE! I am desperately trying to keep the words inside, but I blurt them out anyway. ‘I can’t bake. I bought it. Sorryyyyyy!’