When my brother and I were growing up, one set of our grandparents did not speak English. Straight off the boat *literally* from Italy, my mom’s parents, Nonni and Pop Pop, spoke not a word of English, which made it pretty hard to understand them. The language barrier we had growing up was frustrating at times, for both them and us, but we always seemed to manage to get back on the same page for everything. But there was one language we all spoke- and were quite fluent in- CAKE. Rich, buttery, box mix cake.