It was about a year ago—a year ago this coming week, in fact—that
I made my first cake. Solo. No mix. I don’t believe I had ever made a cake on
my own, box or not, yet I was determined to do so despite my total reliance on
my mother to even cream butter and sugar in the KitchenAid up to that point in
time.
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| Oh, all the sweat and toil I could have been spared...source |
The occasion: mom’s birthday. In exchange for providing my
brother, myself, and my poor, pasta-making dad with sustenance day in and day
out, I would make a single cake to celebrate the anniversary of when my mother
busted out of her own mother’s nether regions. A suitably grand occasion for
cake-making.