This time, not everything is different...
This is an Ekka Cake. Michael's mum used to make it once a year, for their picnic lunch when they went to the Ekka. Never at any other time. When Michael grew up and moved to Sydney, she still made it, and cut it in two and kept half and sent him half, every year. I love this cake and a couple of years ago, she sent the recipe to me, via Michael's Xmas card. Last year, for the first time, she couldn't make the cake. So I made it, secretly, and took it around to Michael's on the last day of the Ekka, and surprised him.
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