Once Upon a cake
Chapter 1
Meet the family
We all love
the songs that our mothers would sing to us as children. My favorite has always
been the Muffin Man. “Oh do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin
man? Oh do you know the muffin man who lives down Drury Lane?” Well I know the
muffin man; he is a short chubby man of five feet, brown eyes, curly brown hair
that is almost gone because of age, and a mustache that curls on the ends. His
attire is nothing like a king a worn chef coat and a chef hat that has patches
and stains, but he wears it like a crown. He says he is rich but really has no
money. He always is smiling that jolly old man! I am very close to the muffin
man I see him every day baking in his hot bakery humming a familiar tune. His
real name is Millen Mitali, which means kind friend. This man is my father.
You did not
know that the Muffin Man in the stories had a daughter did you! My name is
Juliana Mitali, but people just call me Julie. I am very skinny, light auburn
hair like my mother, and smoky gray eyes like as if something is burning in the
oven as my papa says. I am very strange compared to the rest of my family simply
because well… I like to bake cakes! The thing is we Italians do not generally
bake cakes, so some of my aunts disapprove for my interest and passion of
baking cakes. I cannot help it though I love the science, taste, and creativity
of cakes.
My family
is huge! There are my favorite uncle is Tobin who works for the king as his
manservant they are practically best friends. Well also, there is Uncle Angelo,
Uncle Louie, and good old Uncle Mario.
My Aunts, Agatha, Briana, and Coco. I will not even try to remember all
twenty-six of my cousin’s names. Grand mama eighty-six years old. But she can
still dance with my uncles! She is so wise and full of life for a woman her
age. I think it is because she loves living! My grandmother Louisiette is like a mother to
me because my mother passed away when I was born. My mother’s name was Elena Mitali.
Don’t you think her name beautiful. My father would tell me stories of her when
I was a child about the silliest of things; such as how when she would sneak some batter
out of the bowl she would giggle as if she a purposefully sinned, and as he
playfully batted at her fingers away with a spoon she would say “well you
shouldn’t tempt me with that delicious batter!”
I love my mother and I feel like I know her even though we never really
met.
My father
has become famous for his sweet pastries all over the world. And no! I am not
going to give you any of the recipes! Our recipes have been in the family for
centuries. We have everything to scrumptious cannoli, creamy lobster tails,
crunchy sfogliatelle, sweet pandor! I can see your mouth watering! Well where
did the name the muffin man come from then? Well you know how I am somewhat
strange in the way that I like to bake cakes, well the same goes for my father
he is unique because he makes muffins! He is practically obsessed with Muffins!
Cinnamon, apple, peach, blueberry, vanilla, even strangely enough garlic
muffins! The Americanos have written a song about my papa were everyone is asking
do you know the muffin man. This is because everyone knows the muffin man’s
food but not the muffin man himself.
( Italian greyhound ) - Simon or Sim
( fuzzy tabby cat ) - Coco ( this used to be Aunt 3's name )