I cannot member when, exactly, my mum made the birthday cake that would become my own. I simply recall one bite of fluffy angel food cake, melding with layers of coffee flavored chocolate pudding, whipped cream, a hint of Health bar sprinkles, and I was done. Fini. From that moment forward, no other cake would do.
In college, I attempted to replicate the goodness. Couldn’t be done. I imagine it has something to do with the extra love baked right into the batter. Hence, my mum has been put on notice; she must keep her wits about her, for she alone will be responsible for my cake each and every year. I pity the day I move far away or, heaven forbid, she realizes she’s getting the short end of the stick. But so far, so good.
This year’s cake arrived Sunday evening. I’ve been eating it ever since.
That said, I should probably spend my weekend running around the block a few hundred times. Maybe I’ll just walk briskly to and from various Christmas markets.
As for you, I hope the coming days find you doing (and eating) whatever you please. Wherever you may roam, and whatever you may do, may you be blessed with a little bit of sugar, and a whole lot of love . . .
Happiest of weekend wishes to you, my friends!
Mmm mmm mmm that sounds really tasty!
And to your Sweden story, that's hilarious. I would have done something very similar and probably said something inappropriate as well 🙂
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SO tasty! And thank you . . . also, it\’s nice to have a kindred spirit in such situations! 🙂
Don't worry about that…I'll be eating everything in sight this week! So excited.
I always try to replicate amazing family recipes and they never work!
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Sounds like a fabulous weekend to me! 🙂 And seriously, what is with?!
Oh, happy, happy birthday, dear friend. May your year be filled with blessings.
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Thank you ever so for the birthday wishes, Relyn!