As I write this, Isabella's flan for Spanish class is baking in the oven. More accurately, it's the flan that my sister Natalie put together for Isabella's Spanish class while Isabella checked her facebook and text messages. The oven's had quite a workout today.
Ten years ago this night, I went into labor with Phillip Raymond in the beginnings of a blizzard. It snowed real hard all the day. In honor of that day and that fine boy born all those years ago, I baked a white cake today and tried to recreate a snowy-feel on top with coconut, edible pearls, and silver flakes. Three days after Phillip was born in 2001, my nephew, Preston was born on Christmas day. So, I made a cake for him, too. Chocolate with sprinkles. Real simple. It, of course, was the one everyone preferred. Figures.
Phillip and Preston are the best of pals, and we had a good time at the Wow Zone, eating pizza and playing games. Happy Birthday, boys!
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