~ one of my many scrapbook pages ~
I don't really think Mom had any favorites ~ lie!! She loved her 3 boys ... and there were six of us girls always fighting for her attention. I'm number seven on the totem pole of kids. Oh she loved us all; but those boys were the apples of her eye. Still are to this day if you ask me.
Today ... she surprised me. She made me a cake for my 55th birthday. She even said, " I believe this is the about the 3rd cake I ever baked for you." Which is true.
Oh I'm not saying I never got a birthday cake ... because we all felt special on our birthdays with a special cake to our liking; but most of my cakes were baked by my older sisters. Mom even pointed that out today ~ which I couldn't argue with because it was true. Once my older sisters started hanging out in the kitchen Mom was always delegating chores to them and baking cookies and cakes seemed to fall into their hands.
So at 83 years old ... Mom finally baked me a cake in honor of my birthday. Guess what kind it was? You'll NEVER EVER EVER GUESS?????? Have you ever heard of a Vinegar Cake?? Yep... I said Vinegar. My Mom baked me a vinegar cake. Do you think she was trying to tell me something??
Seriously, I LOVED IT!!!!!
It was a chocolate cake from scratch with a couple tablespoons of vinegar in it, mixed with the baking soda for the levening. It's really a good tasting cake. It just sounds nasty:) She had it frosted with a simple white frosting and some chopped walnuts.
Mom doesn't do much in the kitchen anymore since her mini strokes and is slowing down. So I truly TRULY enjoyed the gesture and efforts she made to do this. (I think lil' bro Eric helped) Anyways, I know I was certainly surprised when she called me this morning asking me to come over because there was something sitting on the cupboard for me.
Now the kicker ... she asked me to cut it in half before I left and leave half of it at her house because the boys were going to be there for supper! LOL ... I'm not kidding ... Momma favors and babies those boys no matter how old we get!
Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.