Popcorn Cake
Summer is winding down. The grandchildren are over and it’s too hot to turn the oven on and bake anything. What do I do?
Summer is winding down. The grandchildren are over and it’s too hot to turn the oven on and bake anything. What do I do?
The highlights of summer for me are the days when grandchildren are dropped off and sunshine spangled memories are made!
Maybe baking cakes is part of my redemption journey, simply giving people the opportunity, ever so briefly, to allow their faces to light up and to live for just one more nice thing, like a piece of cake!
Back in April, after our first warmup, my youngest grandchild asked my husband, “Paw Paw, is it summer enough to make your ice cream? I think I can do it all by myself this year. You know I’m 9 now!”
June starts tomorrow! The days are longer, the children are out of school, the weather isn’t too hot yet, so close your eyes and imagine a perfect summer evening.
Do you ever have one of those memories where all your senses are captured? I have a tabouli memory like that! I was in high school spending a few days with my BFF at her grandmother’s home in a mountain village in Lebanon, as we were in the habit of doing during the summer. We were there for the National Holiday of Eid Al Saydeh, Feast of the Assumption, which also coincided with the grape harvest season.