It's funny the
things you miss when you move out of state. I spent a long Christmas
vacation back in my hometown, well into the New Year, and this meant
Birthday Cake. It had been at least three years since my favorite
cake passed my lips.
My last Friday in town, Mom made the Angel Food cake with caramelized sweetened condensed milk and whipped cream. I've never encountered it outside of family gatherings but it is a most holy concoction.
Mom lit three candles in the cake instead of the requisite 33 and then my parents serenaded me with Happy Birthday, the room lit only by the glowing candles. Mom sang it straight, while Dad supplemented with strange noises and off timing, ensuring my laughter for the duration of the song.
I wanted to stay in this moment...
I mentioned this in last month's What I'm Into but in case you missed it: I'm thrilled to announce I'm now a featured content writer for Prodigal Magazine. Prodigal believes in the power of stories to change the world and so do I. The story I'm telling today starts off about birthday cake but ends up in a surprising direction. I hope you'll join me over there to read the rest.
