Tomorrow is my friend, Nanci's birthday, so I made cupcakes. Chocolate with buttercream frosting. I licked the bowl, which is something I didn't get to do when the kids were little. Last time I made cupcakes, Trey was here, so he and I licked the bowl together.
I've always loved to bake -- I made my first cake when I was 9. My father joked he was going to use it as an anchor on his little fishing boat. I wasn't offended, though, because he ate a lot of it.
When the kids were growing up, I baked a couple of times a week. I made cakes, cookies, pies, and the kids devoured it all, even though Danny thought it was "poor people's food." If we weren't poor, he argued, we'd be able to afford Twinkies.
He's 36 now, and every time he visits, he wants me to bake some poor people's food.
I love it when he realizes I was right all along.
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