Life on an city smallholding wherein we grow kids, critters, and an ever increasing DIY repertoire.
Boston cream pie.
Boston cream pie every year. That is what birthday's are to me. Yellow cake, pudding, and chocolate icing. A box, eggs, oil, a mixer, pan, and an oven. A little girl and a birthday. A little girl making a cake on her birthday for herself. That is what a birthday was for years. Then it became nothing at all. No box cake mix left on the counter. Not so much as a note or a call. Oh well. I am very happy to hear you made and mailed cookies out for someone else's birthday last month. Thank you for telling me that.