Most expats, at some point or another, end up teaching English. It’s a fairly easy way, especially if we focus on “Conversational English,” to earn a little extra cash for the important things in life…shoes, sunglasses, new handbags…you name it!
When we are really lucky, and so far I have been, we become friends with our students. In fact, my first English student EVER was none other than the infamous Antonino Condorelli.
I currently teach a family. A mother of four, along with her 19-year-old and 9-year-old daughters each take a weekly lesson. Last week another daughter (who originally needed the lessons, ironically enough) turned 16. Her mom made her this cake.
“I wish I could offer you some now,” Mom said. “But, we aren’t cutting it until tonight.”
“No worries,” I assured her, as I pulled out my new camera. “But, do you mind if I take a pic?”
The following evening my phone rings…
“Where are you, Cherrrrrrye?” Mom asks. “Are you home? I need to stop by.”
And low and behold – what did that woman bring me? A B-I-G ‘ole slice of cake.
Sadly, I didn’t get the camera out before Peppe and I dug in, but you will have to take my word for it. It was still beautiful…and still DELIZIOSO!
Brava Mamma!
Yummy, and it even looks like it was made with love!
that is so sweet (pun not intended). 🙂
Giulia – it WAS good…pieces of fruit and sweet moist cake…ahhhhh
NYC – he he
Well that is very sweet of her. What a nice thing to do and it does look yummy.
What a nice treat. Looks good!
LOOKS Delicious!! what a sweetheart!
OK…what I want to know is what was on the outside of the cake?
And how did it taste…
Oh you guys – it was really really good! Peppe doesnt even have a sweet tooth and he went crazy for it!
Those were little candies on top – the looked like jelly beans to me, although I havent even seen jelly belly here.
looks good!