Cake & Scrabble


I couldn’t tell you the last time I actually played an honest board game. My generation tends to minimise the complexity of board games to apps, where you don’t have to count your score manually. Rather, a quick line of code does that for you. You watch pieces move on a screen rather than move them yourself. But there’s something to be said for the joy of an actual board game, where you touch pieces and can’t go on five different social networks in between moves.

In the last few hours before my flight back from Cape Town to Amsterdam, I sat down with my boyfriend Jim at a cafe and we played scrabble. Now, to understand the significance of this – you might need some background. The two of us play Words with Friends obsessively. There is not a day that goes by that we aren’t playing on our phones. But when you’re long distance, you need a way of staying in contact other and we’ve chosen Words with Friends. So imagine my surprise and utter delight at getting to play the actual game in person.

Who would imagine that it would be perhaps one of my favourite memories? That isn’t to say cuddling, cooking and canoodling aren’t also high up on the list. But sitting in a cafe playing scrabble and eating one of the largest pieces of cake I’ve had in a long time makes me feel like a perfectly baked chocolate lava cake, warm and soft on the inside.

We wrote our scores on a spare napkin with a dull pencil, and looked up words to make sure we were right. We took large bites of cake that made my eyes roll into the back of my head with pleasure and I tried to snuggle as close as I could without looking at his letters. I don’t know how else to describe it other than perfect. Of course, my version of a perfect evening includes scrabble, cake and snuggling together. What else do you expect from me?

Isn’t it funny though, how the most mundane of evenings to some can be some of the best to others? I know that part of the evening that was best of all was the company. When you’re doing anything with someone you love, it doesn’t matter what you do – so long as you do it together.

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