Olivia's cake

Olivia made her first cake today.  She mixed together all the ingredients without asking anyone's advice and then she asked Nini to bake it.  I knew something had been 'created' when I discovered the flour dusted counter top, the bowl with some kind of egg mixture and the used whisk.  At dinner time I discovered the garlic press in the sink. 

"Olivia," I questioned, "What did you use this for?"

"The eggs," Raphael said.

"Papaaaa," Olivia giggled.  "I used it for the chunks."

Yes, the cake was dotted with chunks of various ingredients.  Obviously Olivia didn't get them all with the press.  We each took a tiny piece of Olivia's cake.  It wasn't half bad, fluffy like the French pastry a Chou - eggy like a flan but with bits of egg shells included. 

"So Olivia, what did you put in the cake?"

"Well, four spoons of flour, two eggs, sugar, vanilla, levure..."  She pauses a moment to think.

"What are the black specks?"

"Well...I put some pepper."

Raphael studied his piece for a moment.  "Not all of this is pepper.  Did you wash your hands before you made this?"

"Yes.  Well, I made some of it outside and some of it inside," she admitted.  "I don't know how the sand got in."

We really did try to hide ourlaughing.  Angeline took one look at it and pushed it away, "No, pas."  Auriane loved it, ate Angeline's discarded piece and asked for another. 

"Why don't we take it in for Nini to try since she helped you make it," Raphael winked at me.  "Pay back,"  He whispered.

She enjoyed a nice sized piece and admitted it wasn't bad.  ThenI informed her of the supplemental ingredients.

Later that evening, Raphael discovered the butter.  All the paper was still folded neatly around the block except on one side, where three distinct finger lines were dug into the length of the butter

Comments

[Teresa]

I still have a picture of Auriane with the pie she made for Chris and I (I believe the ingredients were rocks and mud, but it was in a proper pie pan) on our first visit. And she did want it to go in the oven!

[claude]

I love your stories ;-))

[Rachel]

Thanks Claude. I love your photo's. Are you responsible for them? And I'd probably love the poems but my French is limited to the very basics and poetry doesn't fall into that categorie.

[claude]

hum, i must admit that some pics directly come from the internet but fortunately photoshop helps me to make them unrecognizable...
shameful, isn't?

[j]

Rachel,
Where are you? Lost in (cyber) space? You haven't posted for a month. I miss you.

[claude]

Iam back from cyberspace and missing you too, your family and those lovely stories you know so well write...
More than one month that you have not posted anything... Long time no see ;-))

[j]

Rachel we miss you. Where are you? It is almost two months since you last wrote something.