Be made a cake for my birthday less than a month ago. From scratch. Well, scratch that came in a box. And icing that came in a spray can. His first time. Obviously it wasn’t the prettiest cake I had ever seen. But it was surely the sweetest. In all ways. Sugar on top, honey bun.
The same week, my class was doing Present Perfect Simple when we saw a question on Azar: Have you ever made a birthday cake? Naturally I told my class about the cake while trying very hard not to sound overly contented. By the way, I am closer to 40 than I ever will be…to 30. I have lost count of my gray hair probably because I have never actually counted them. Not that I remember them being countable anyway.
My students went ooh and aah over the sweetness of the cake story. One vowed to marry nothing less than an omputeh – specifically Canadian. The other would send out an ad looking for good cooks with good looks. I said, men are men. Just find one that loves you. Amen.
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