Fairy Cake Tails
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She wasn’t sad or lonely nor orphaned, in fact her parents loved her very much though unfortunately no longer each other. This little girl was generally very happy, but there was one thing that she really hated and that was having to go to school. She hated it with a vengeance. This was not because she was shy or lazy nor stupid. It was because she found it boring and she didn’t like being told what to do. What this little girl preferred to do was stay at home and make up her own stories and act out shows with her dollies, she never got bored but she often got hungry...
Her mother was very caring and at the slightest sign of ill health would allow her to take the day off, in fact sometimes she would say that you could learn more from a day at home learning about tree’s in the garden, and millipedes in the leaves than you ever would at school. She also said that as long as you could read you would be able to learn anything that you ever desired....On this particular occasion with mother in the local town doing the laundry she crept into the kitchen thinking how nice it would be to have something ‘sweet to eat’ (a cry that would often roll off her lips making a sound like a baby bird, ‘Tweet Tweet). As usual there was nothing to be found (her mother would usually fob her off with cheese and sultanas, which as you can imagine never quite hit the spot).
The little girl knew exactly what to do she pulled out a stool from under the worn old kitchen table and climbed up to where the recipe books were kept and got down the one that Daddy had given her and her big sister. It was called ‘Cake Decorating’. She flicked straight to the cake mix recipe, it was easy to find as there were blobs of dried on mixture from where her mother and her had made it before. But this time she was all alone, luckily however she was a very accomplished reader for a six year old and managed to read out the whole recipe and weigh all the ingredients out as well. To be honest it was a miracle that the old rambling mill actually contained all the ingredients. As she mixed it seemed as if she was transported to a place of blissful happiness, though nothing compared to what she felt when she carefully remove them from the Aga and set them on a plate the heady homeliness of the smell intoxicating her along with her amazement at the magical transition that she had set into motion.
When she showed them to her stepfather he took some convincing that they were actually her creation, it was only when he looked out and saw the car was not there that he believed her. He said he was so proud of her that he almost rang her daddy to tell him, only he never did. A short time later she found a recipe in a book for a soufflé so she made that, it was only afterwards that she was told how difficult this was but by then it had come out perfectly.
Some years later she had reached a cross roads in her life, she knew what she wanted, had done since the age of four when she had seen Romeo & Juliet on T.V. But sometimes when you want something really badly you wind up pushing it further away. But now she was a grown up with her own little girl to look after, so she had to think of something.
Cookie Girl thought about what she could do to earn some money and it occurred to her that everyone always enjoyed her cakes and cookies so she decided to bake a batch of cookies and sell them. At the first building she encountered a very angry lady who refused to let her go around the building. ‘if I let you do it then everyone would want to do it’, she stated. ‘I can’t imagine that there are loads of people desperate to go around the building selling cookies’ Cookie Girl thought though she didn’t say anything. She sat in her car and almost wept at the sight of a hundred perfectly formed cookies that she didn’t know what to do with. She decided to try another building and an altogether different tactic, instead of asking whether she could go around selling she snuck in this time and sold out in a couple of hours, the people that she met were very happy if a little surprised. The rest is fast becoming history...