Saturday, February 7, 2009
This past Tuesday, my son and I picked up my daughter from school. It was snowing. It was cold. All Helen wanted to do was bake a chocolate cake, with brown frosting and sprinkles. Unlike in the past, they were not interested in a pretend birthday (candles, singing), they just wanted the cake. So we made a mess and we made the cake and I've been eating it every night since. My husband, too. We keep waiting to get tired of it, but something about this cake is too good, and we haven't yet. I'm going to be sad when it's gone. I think it's my best cake yet, and certainly my best frosting. This is not so interesting, but, then again, neither is political maneuverings over the stimulus, so for a Saturday, I hope it'll do.