Some weeks back, my better half requested for a home baked marble cake. Seeing that we had busy weekends for the month, we had to plan around it and finally decided the only feasible time was last weekend. And since I had to sweat it out in the kitchen to bake the cake, obviously he had to take care of the boy. He readily agreed.
After a morning’s work of cooking the boy’s porridge and on to baking the cake, I was dead tired by the time everything was done in the kitchen. It didn’t help that I messed up the kitchen because my finger slipped and turned on the electric beater that sent quite a bit of butter flying about! I don’t mind the baking, but I hate the cleaning!
Anyway, came tea time and my better half couldn’t wait to enjoy his cake. To be honest, I don’t bake like a pro at all. The cake was just mediocre, and if I may say so myself, a little dry. But he enjoyed it anyway and seemed very please. While he was enjoying the home baked cake, the boy came out to see what the daddy was up to. So he gave him a little piece too and to my delight, the little one loved it!
After each bite, he would exclaim “Mmm!” and dash off, running up and down from the stereo cabinet in the corner to the daddy for more cake. He did this until they both finished the two slices of cake the daddy had initially cut up for himself. In all that time, I was just sitting silently watching them. My eyes were half closed and I ended up taking a long nap. I suspect I was even smiling in my sleep from the exhaustion and satisfaction that someone actually enjoyed my mediocre cake so much!
What a weekend it was!
