Another egg. I will need two of them for a cake I am making today. Mothers Day tomorrow and my sister asked me bake the 'rock-bottom' cake our Mother made when we were children. A delicious decadent delight. I have mentioned it several times this week, each time bringing Mother closer to mind and heart. A scratch chocolate pudding cake basically with chopped walnuts or pecans that settle to bottom of cake, so we aptly named it 'rock bottom' cake. I was thinking on it earlier this morning, how it came out of oven and Mother placed it on top of washing machine in the utility-room to cool. We all checked it out. I remember the washing machine top just below eye level so I got a good view whilst placing my hand flat on top and watching as the cake waved a bit, since it had a wet bottom, more wet than pudding. It was just wonderful and special.
Memories of the past, a special treat in the here and now and a recipe for the future occasions.
Perhaps I have always known everything important but will need a lifetime to discover what I know. Tarot and Oracles offer me guides and sign posts to help me along my way.
Saturday, May 11, 2019
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Keep an eye on Miss Kitty; as delicious as that sounds, she might want a taste!
ReplyDeleteThe problem will be more me than her. She looks like she would like table offerings but turns her nose up at everything so far. I think she was snacker of table tidbits, not from my table so far.
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