Drop the Cake, Mister!

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!

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  1. Cherrye

    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.

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