Birthday Cake : Better Late
The most lovely home-made and personally delivered birthday cake, by my sweet mother. Red velvet, buttercream, pecans, and raspberries - what more lovely treat could you have for a cold winter afternoon?
Back in December when my birthday rolled around, I was still in the throes of sickness and honestly, couldn't enjoy much of anything. Sadly this included celebrating my birthday, which we did with a low-key dinner out followed by a movie - the second Hobbit, of course. There was a vague plan involving cupcakes, but honestly all I could do was go home and sleep after being out of the house for so long. I didn't even realize there was no birthday cake until weeks later during my sister's birthday (she had two cakes and a cake-off, mmm!)
My mom is so cute, she thought she had baked me a cake, brought it over to me and that I was losing my memory and was upset that I would forget a home baked cake of hers! Finally my brother confirmed to her that in fact, no cake had been made. She felt so bad she spent Sunday morning baking me up a little bit of all my favorites into a late, but amazingly delicious, birthday cake. Then, she brought it over for a sweet visit, even though we were sick with the flu. It tasted delicious, maybe even better because we got to enjoy it unexpectedly.
Back in December when my birthday rolled around, I was still in the throes of sickness and honestly, couldn't enjoy much of anything. Sadly this included celebrating my birthday, which we did with a low-key dinner out followed by a movie - the second Hobbit, of course. There was a vague plan involving cupcakes, but honestly all I could do was go home and sleep after being out of the house for so long. I didn't even realize there was no birthday cake until weeks later during my sister's birthday (she had two cakes and a cake-off, mmm!)
My mom is so cute, she thought she had baked me a cake, brought it over to me and that I was losing my memory and was upset that I would forget a home baked cake of hers! Finally my brother confirmed to her that in fact, no cake had been made. She felt so bad she spent Sunday morning baking me up a little bit of all my favorites into a late, but amazingly delicious, birthday cake. Then, she brought it over for a sweet visit, even though we were sick with the flu. It tasted delicious, maybe even better because we got to enjoy it unexpectedly.
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