My youngest turns twenty nine today. I have a red velvet cake all ready and we're going to a restaurant beforehand that she chose. I am a mom who likes direction. While I was getting the cake, in a bakery right out of the fifties, I noticed a stollen tree, darling santa and gingerbread cookies, petit fours that were like baby presents in bright colors. I may be forced to come back right before Christmas. My eyes lingered on a Tiana Princess and the Frog sheetcake with a lily pond, and I'm fond of the cupcakes shaped like frogs and mushrooms. Yes, it's probably all still made with lard and clogs the arteries upon impact, but what a beautiful way to die. Of course, I can't eat any of it due to diabetes, but what the hay, I can look, can't I?
Remember the cakes with the doll in the center and the cake was the skirt? I dreamed of those when I was a kid. My mother was a great cake maker, but like every other kid, I wanted store bought. I guess some of that desire has lingered all this while. Being in the bakery was delightful, and I never ate a thing.
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