I’m going to rename this village Cakesville! Never before have I seen so many homemade cakes.
If you can think of it, I bet there’s a cake around here that’s been made from it at some time. Banana, Carrot, Ginger, Lemon, Parsley and even one called a Tomato soup cake! One thing that’s puzzling me though. Everyone seems to be slim and slender. Does that suggest that, although cake manufacturing volume is high, most villagers aren’t eating much of it? If so, where’s it all going? Or, are they eating it and working off all the excess calories?
The other evening, while enjoying a pint of the local ale in the village pub, I witnessed what can only be described as shenanigans. One of the ladies from the local W.I. (Woman’s Institute) popped her head around the barroom door, winked at the barman and handed him a small package wrapped in silver foil! I could tell from its shape it must be a piece of cake. The scene was like one of those drama series where a drug dealer slips a small package to a user without anyone really noticing what’s going on.
You can have your cake and eat it.
Less than half an hour passed by when in pops another W.I. lady. She went to the bar and asked, “Has anyone seen George?” “He’s in the corner, Mavis” came the reply. Sure enough, George was sat in the corner, oblivious to the world, or so it seemed. Mavis approached him and from underneath her overcoat, she pulled out a small package wrapped in silver foil! “Oooh, thank you, Mavis,” said George and with that, she turned and left the pub as invisibly as she had entered.
I Need Cake Too
What on earth is going on here? How do I get myself on this cake sharing rota? I don’t like to ask anyone for fear of being seen as a snoop, which I suppose I am really. Fast forward a few days and the local W.I. were holding a coffee morning in the village hall. It was free, so I was first in the queue. It’s one of the many wonderful things they do for the community. However, at the back of the hall was a long bench table, about 3 metres in length. It was stacked with cakes almost ceiling-high!! All homemade, all shapes and sizes and flavours. Cupcakes, fairy cakes, round cakes, some taller than others, some filled with cream and others jam.
Yay For Ethel
I sat down and Freda brought me a cup of coffee and asked would I like some cake. You bet I would, so I asked for a slice of Victoria sponge. I was in mini heaven, for a while at least. I got chatting to Freda and complimented her on the cake. She said it wasn’t one of hers, she had made the Blueberry muffins. Apparently, Ethel had made the Victoria sponge. On my way out, I found Ethel, she was manning the tea urn and I thanked her for her delicious Victoria sponge. She asked me if I ever go to the pub, heaven forbid, I thought she might be chatting me up!! She wasn’t and said that if I’m in there on a Sunday evening, she will drop me a piece of cake in on her way back from church. So now I’m on the secret cake delivery list!!
I think the W.I. are wonderful and they do an awful lot of good in the country. If you’d like more information click here: W.I.