Last week I had to put my apron on to help mom bake a cake. Mmm, lemon supreme cake, yum!
Mom asked me to get Barnes out of the kitchen till she finished with the cake. I think she was afraid he'd jump in the frosting and get all sticky, icky and greasy.
I did only because I didn't want to see the little fella have to have a bath. We couldn't wait to see what she was making with the cake from the bowl.
An anniversary cake for my grandma and grandpa. They eloped 6o years ago, told his family they were going to Indiana to get apples. Mom made it yellow, because she says red frosting tastes bad by the time you get enough food coloring in it so it's not pink.
Shhhh! Don't tell Grandma I put her picture on here. I think she's afraid people might see how much we resemble each other.
Well grr-bye for now,