A Stormy Day and Thunder Cake

One Sunday afternoon earlier this month, a big storm was rolling in, the kind of storm with serious thunder, big enough booms to make grown ups jump and take notice. I was already baking a berry crumble and brewing tea to have in place of dinner. (With late lunches on Sundays, sometimes all we have room for is dessert in the evening Sundays. And since I don't often bake desserts, that makes Sunday dessert even more special.) Adele was helping me in the kitchen as always. When she kept hearing the thunder, she thought of Thunder Cake and asked to read it to me. So it was that I was listening to a storm roll in as she read Thunder Cake as we baked a desert together. It felt like I was inside a storybook for a few moments.