The problem with lying....

Our community consists of elderly widowed women, a few elderly couples and... us! One of the elderly women used to cry when she talked to me because she was so appreciative of us staying in the area and bringing up our children here. Her own children have lived in the "big city" for years and are never likely to return to live in the area. She hates it when we go back to New Zealand for holidays because the area is so quiet - she even seems to enjoy hearing us having our very loud "discussions". Recently she has taken to bringing us her "speciality". I am not exactly sure what it is - kind of like a VERY fat pancake. Unfortunately I made the mistake of saying thank you and that the children thought it was delicious once..... and have since received one almost every week for the last month or so. The problem is it is not delicious! In fact it is more like a hard frisbee that my son almost got blisters trying to cut with his spoon the other night.... I have started warming it up, cutting it in half and smothering it in raspberry jam and then either soaking it in milk or making custard. It is then edible... just! I think next time (I know there will be a next time!) I will try making it into tiramisu or perhaps tempt the chickens with it by soaking it overnight in hot water! I guess I will never learn to tell the truth when it comes to pleasing old ladies!