My grandmother’s sponge cake

Christmas in India was always fun. If you were up in the North-west Frontier provinces or in the Punjab, then the weather was seasonally cold and frosty. Of course, if you had stayed up in the hills, there was deep snow. I remember one Christmas party my parents gave for me in Rawalpindi, for which my father had borrowed a film projector. This was a great treat, for children seldom went to the cinema. One of the black-and-white films was of diving beauties - of course they all wore very mod