Yesterday would have been my mom’s 82 birthday. Cancer sucks and Pancreatic Cancer is like the sick cherry on top of the sucky sundae.
My car is being repaired and I found myself at home all day. I was going to make the kids muffins, but didn’t have the chocolate chips I needed. So I decided to make a coffee cake. Something I’ve done maybe 5 times in my life.
At 1 a.m. last night I was wide awake for no good reason. As my brain spun back down to sleep I realized I had made a cake that I associate with my mom on her birthday. It turned out really well. Much better than the frozen ones or box mix cakes we used to make her as kids. And it wasn’t a coincidence.
Happy birthday, Mom. Hope you liked your cake.