Happy Father's Day!

Cakes are a must at social gatherings and this yellow delight is a delicious creation of sponge, cream and hazelnut. Places where European influence is strong have always been the hub of cakes. Malaysia is no exception and western-style cakes have been adopted and adapted on a grand scale. The world's first cake traces its history back to ancient Egypt.

Cakes are regarded as treats and party planners recognise their ceremonial importance at social events. This cake was served at a recent gathering, which was held on the eve of Father's Day, to celebrate my brother's graduation day.

This leftover chunk is so tempting. Who should have it? It seems only fair that the host, my sister, should keep it. This is a really great cake. Thanks are due to the party sponsors -- Elene and Achid.

Many are treating their dads to lunch today.

Others are spending time with their fathers in search of that special bonding session.

Yet others are holding prayer gatherings to remember their old men who have passed on.

Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever -- Author Unknown.

Happy Father's Day!

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