“I’ve been doing way too much cooking. So I thought that I might bring some by for my only grandchildren. Even if most of them don’t like me.” Carmen gave the twins a smirk. Maybe food really was the only way to get on their good side.
“I made tortas de Aceite, leche frita, and torrijas. I also made some flan for everybody to share.” She recalled the looks of the airport workers when she had gotten off the plane from Madrid.
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Now it was Carmen’s turn to rethink the short conversation. She too had misheard the comment and thought of it as an insult. But it was too late. The Spaniard was too deep in the situation to get out of it, and that’s final.
Carmen set the bag up on a counter and started to pull out little tins, a note attached to each of them. “Just a little something for each of you. What better way to try and get on your family’s good side than by little treats?” She gave the twins a smile before handing each of them a tin. “Don’t eat them all at once. Or do. It’s your choice.”
The boys had been eyeing the tins that she started to pull out of her bag, but didn’t expect to be personally handed one. Wow!! They didn’t even have time to check what was written on the notes, they had to see what was inside there! Curious little things they were, doing their predecessor proud. Plus, there was still quite a bit of child in them left, no matter how ‘old’ they physically might be.
“Ohhh, holy shit! It’s food?” Daan asked while he opened the lid to see for himself.