My husband also happened to have last weekend off from work (YAY!) so we decided it was the perfect weekend for a quick trip home--I mean to the farm. Because I no longer live at the farm, therefore should get used to not calling it home. My home now is this cute little place I've been sharing photos of. (Old habits die hard.)
I called Mom on Friday to let her know our plans and make sure it worked with theirs.
"I'll bring the cake," I said with an air of confidence. No, I had never made a cake from scratch before. And yes, I did have a box of cake mix in the pantry--just in case.
I spent Saturday afternoon in the kitchen
Everything went smoothly. The leftover batter, filling and frosting especially went smoothly...down my throat when it was time to lick the bowls clean. No, this time I didn't chew a piece of mint gum while cooking to avoid sampling; shame on me.
Grandma and Mom were there when I needed them, as always. This time, Grandma helped me learn about cake flour vs. regular flour and what I should do if I run out of cake flour. (I knew there was something I forgot to put on the grocery list!) Thanks for your help Grandma! Side-note: It's such a blessing to have a grandma and mom who are such excellent bakers (and cooks, and seamstresses, and gardeners; the list goes on and on.)
p.s. Today is Hunter's birthday--I can't believe my nephew is a teen! He and his sisters are coming for a visit this weekend, which means I get to make another cake! I'll let you know how it goes.