I just ate a rasberry in a most unexpected place- the freight elevator at my work.
I often use that elevator to get back and forth from the kitchen int he basement. As soon as the taste hit my tongue, my mind went to a field in upstate New York where we onced picked fruit during a summer family vacation.
It's more than a month away but I'm already dreaming of my birthday cake (as well as what to make George for his...). I think I've settled on lemon/rasberry merguine cake. It's light and tasty (and hopefully dairy free!).
My nephew's first birthday is coming up next weekend and I await what my semi-domestic sister will create for his party. I begged her to let me make it but she flatly refused on the grounds of being his mother.
This summer, I've offered my baking skills as a wedding gift for a new friend. She is an artist so I'm up to the challenge of bringing whatever vision she has (checkered cake was put on the table as an idea).
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