My mother used to make lovely cakes. This is the cake we would have for celebrations. She was very careful with ingredients. But, no, she was not one of these fancy cake makers. The cakes just tasted good good good. We had this today to celebrate.
When it was my 10th birthday, this kind of cake was on the kitchen sink – ready to go to the table. My mother just happened to walk past the cake carrying a retarded boy she was looking after (as a stay at home mom) and he was so happy to see the cake, that he put his hand straight into it.
As you see I write my recipes in a more visual, graphical way – the way I do them in Read Less… Cook More.
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