This post inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo
The prompt: Cake
“Honey, could you please get me a cake of soap?”
I remember my grandmother asking me that question – under what circumstances I have no idea.
I asked her what she meant…and she explained.
It was the term used back in her day. When soap was made in large blocks. A slice for personal use was called a cake. She preferred Camay. And later on, Ivory.
And…oddly enough…now that I think about it…she was also the grandmother who made all of her grandchildren’s birthday cakes.
Every year. From scratch!
We chose the flavor.
Mine was coconut.