It never fails. When Mme J comes to playgroup, she inevitably talks about food. And not just any food! Mme J favours rich dishes, savoury meats, delicious desserts.
"That's enough," cried Simone petulantly, regretting her vegan diet as she heard her friend discourse on the delicious (and cheap) lobster she savoured over the weekend. "No more talk of food!"
"I'll tell you what," said Mme J. "When I come on Wednesday, I'll bring you all some of my fruit salad cake."
Simone salivated all the way to playgroup on Wednesday but Mme J was not there. "That's it!" Simone snarled. "I'm going to knock on her door." That cake sounded way too promising.
Fortunately, Mme J showed up a little later with healthy portions of her cake for everyone, despite the fact that an unusually high number of parents were in attendance that day. No doubt they'd heard the promise of goodies.
Well, the cake was lovely. The only problem was that there was only one portion per person and Simone forgot her cloning device at home on Wednesday. Did we mention that there was a warm, sweet sauce poured over the cake, taking it from merely wonderful to sublime?
Sigh. Perhaps if Simone gives her other paw there'll be more cake? S'il-te-plait?
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