Monday, April 4, 2011
for whom the cake was baked
It was a warm spring day twenty-three years ago. In my mind's eye I see an image of Witt wearing shorts and a tee shirt while watching his bare feet run through the green grass. It was the early evening of Maundy Thursday. The redbuds were gloriously in bloom and it was time for my second child to be born.
After his birth just shortly after midnight, (making his arrival on Good Friday), I remember being extremely hungry. The nurse brought me some Rice Krisipies. That was the best bowl of Rice Krispies I have ever eaten. Through the snap, crackle and pop, I smiled all under.
I am still smiling today. So mature is this young man.
Alan is my child that is satisfied with excursions in the pursuit of new cake recipes. Every year I enjoy baking his birthday cake; of course, we do have our favorites. This year I baked a Hummingbird Cake, bananas and pineapple, with lemon cream cheese frosting.
Friday, the 13th, and at last the weather has turned cooler. I breathe deeply as I turn off the air-conditioner and slide open a few windows...
Knitting and reading... ahhh; a most delightful pursuit on the best of days, irregardless of the weather outside. And my world is shout...
Thanksgiving is over and even though we lighted our first Advent candle on Sunday, and the Christmas tree is up and the decorating ...