I had a dream the other night that I was taking an art class and asked, if you were a cake, what would you be? I immediately woke up, obsessed with this idea. What kind of cake would I be?
I went through all the different cakes and fought with all sorts of ideas until I realized, I would be a strawberry angel food cake. Why?
That is the first cake my mom made me and it was the grandest thing I had ever seen! It was for my birthday and she brought it to the bowling alley where my party was. She even hid coins inside! It was foodie magic and perfection. A stunningly light cake wrapped in ribbons upon ribbons of thick pink icing.
Last night with the moon full, I could not sleep. I had to go and paint a wonky picture of that cake my mom made me.
I have spent a lot of my adult life hating cake. It is nice to remember why cakes can be so special too and how my mom shared this special gift with us. Yay for cakes!