Yellow Sunshine Pie – 18 months+

When the sound on the roof is pting pting pting.

 And the noise on the window pane is ptap ptap ptappity-tap

When inside is the only place to be and I’m bored till my teeth ache, I clap my hands together and say, “Grandma, let’s make Yellow Sunshine Pie!”

She turns on the oven and I turn up the radio. Around the tiny kitchen I spin and whirl and dance. The cats scatter before my dancing feet and my Grandma laughs and claps along to the beat.

Clatter clang!

I find the saucepan, jug and special dish. I slosh the milk, sift the flour and beat the eggs. While the mixer whirrs and the music sways I roll and pour, taste and stir.

Slowly, carefully, Grandma pours the filling into it’s pastry case, sprinkles it with spices and puts it on to bake. I peer through the oven door and wait…and wait…and wait.

And then…

Like sunshine on a plate, like summer in a bowl, the Yellow Sunshine Pie is ready. Grandma cuts two giant slices and we stretch out on the rug.

When the sound on the roof is pting pting pting.

And the noise on the window pane is ptap ptap ptappity – tap.

We push our empty plates away, I rub my bulging belly and all I can hear, coming from Grandma’s chair, is snore snore snore.

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