Every week, I teach a creative writing class at William’s school. The class consists of me, ten boys, and their teacher Brenna. I love this class. They sit there, their pencils clutched in their hands, squirming around in their chairs, writing wild, wild stuff. When you’re nine or ten, you still have a fully intact imagination — most likely no one’s told you yet that your story violates the laws of physics (what would I know about that?) or that your inability to spell “rocket launcher” means you won’t make it as a writer. I will not be the person saying those things, that’s for sure.
It’s cherry season, and the class is today at 11:30 — right before lunch. I’m bringing them cherry cake. Really, it could be blackberry cake, or peach cake, or apple cake. Basically, it’s a very thick batter with fruit on top and powdered sugar on top of all that. I love this cake, make it all the time, and have even written about it before on the blog. For those who don’t know about it, you really should. Here’s the recipe. Easiest thing in the world.
Happy Almost Friday!