Someone made me cake yesterday.
She said it contained butter, flour, and two scoops of coconut. But it looked very much like dirt.
“And that sugar stuff that’s not sugar, Mom. That’s what I used, just how you like it!”
She smiled, leading me out to the yard, where her cakes sat baking in the warmth of the autumn sun. “See? I made you chocolate!”
Indeed, she had. Dirt, mud, and a few sprinkles of hydrangea blossoms. Shaped into cakes, filled with love.
They were the best cakes I’ve ever had.
She said it contained butter, flour, and two scoops of coconut. But it looked very much like dirt.
“And that sugar stuff that’s not sugar, Mom. That’s what I used, just how you like it!”
She smiled, leading me out to the yard, where her cakes sat baking in the warmth of the autumn sun. “See? I made you chocolate!”
Indeed, she had. Dirt, mud, and a few sprinkles of hydrangea blossoms. Shaped into cakes, filled with love.
They were the best cakes I’ve ever had.
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