My mother insisted it was not right that I make my own birthday cake, and demanded she help. I let her.
The parents always made birthdays special, one of my favorite traditions was The Cake. My mom would make whatever cake we wanted! And by, ‘whatever cake we wanted’ I mean we got to choose the cake color and frosting color. I always picked angel food. Purple, teal, black, she always made the perfect cake. When I was two, she was still into Wilton cake decorating and was making me a Pink Panther cake. I didn’t want to wait for the cake, so when it was cooling on a rack on the table, I snuck in the kitchen and ate about 3/4 of it. I don’t regret it. And every year she reminds me that she had to make me another cake. Thank you, Mom!
A few months ago my friend Karess sent me this link for a Rainbow Cake. Genius. I feel like an idiot for not thinking of it myself.
Here’s what went down:
Stop being jealous, go make your own cake.