A foreign lady

I gingerly opened the freezer door and watched as the cake tumbled out and onto the floor! Each luscious chocolaty layer spilling over the next, a waterfall of fudge and whipped cream all planted in a blob next to my feet! My face turned red, but luckily the cousins broke into laughter as we stood watching and wondering what to do next. The two lady cousins had asked, on this visit to Al-Khobar (3 1/2 hours from Riyadh) that I show them how to make a cake, an American cake, shukalata (chocolate). Although it seemed there was no time or the proper ingredients I agreed and we set to work. The men had gone out for a walk and I was left with the two cousins who I did not know. They lived in a tiny apartment next door to each other on the community college campus. The husbands taught wood working…