"What kind of cake do you want for your birthday?", said me.
"I waaaannnt..........a chocolate cake, with vanilla buttercream, coconut all over and chocolate ganache drizzled on top.", said pending 12 year old Nicholas.
Wow. I didn't see that one coming. Should have...since my ten year old asked for a coconut cake with strawberry filling and plain buttercream.
The above picture....the last slice...always in the possession of the birthday child. It was one delicious cake!
Once upon a time...long, long ago...in a quiet little kitchen in the Willamette Valley I decided to bake. No one told me no...no one told me I did not have the ability at the tender age of an early grade school girl to turn out anything inedible...and my love of baking began with a natural feeling of knowing the kitchen is one of the places I would love best.
This blog feels like a record for my children, a place to put recipes we've loved that won't get lost. This is a jab at my disorganized self. :) My photos will probably always be lacking. As I say, I can bake, my recipes are good, and the picture thing does not equal my baking or cooking ability. I will be sitting at my kitchen table in envy of other blogs with much better phood photos than me.I shall have fun with this anyway.
Have a great day. Thanks for dropping in!
P.S. Don't hold your breath - amusing as that can be in a child-like way - I probably won't post often. I'll try to bring a smile to your face when you do stop in. It is after all, the Eskimo way.
la frittata casa
Where our hens reside. I built it mahveryownself from recycled materials.
