My mother and moi baked this cake last weekend, using the receipe that we learned at the baking class. Not bad, huh?
Conversation between my sister who works in Japan and me on Sunday
Sister (by-the-wayish): Oh, I heard from ma that you baked a cake during the weekend, and it's actually edible!
Me (caught off guard): Huh? Oh, but of course what. I mean, what do you bake a cake for? So of course it's edible. Ha ha ha!
Sister (sniggering): But that's not what I heard. The last time I was back for a visit, ma told me that everytime you mentioned about baking a cake, the whole family was scared. Your cakes were so dense yadda yadda....
Me: Erm but everytime I baked, they ate everything up!
Sister: I think because they didn't want to hurt your feelings. (twittering)
Me: Oh, is it? Ha ha ha. Let's change topic.
She's going to pay for this. Next time she comes back for another visit, I'm going to bake her a 12 x 12 inch durian (which she hates) mousse cake worthy of giving a karate-chop expert a sore hand for days.
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