(Turning 9 with lemon cheese cake)
For those of you who prefer such works as created by L.M. Montgomery, it is an airy concoction that tastes just like the first, fresh wind that feels like spring. It is as bright and tart as sunshine and dreamily sweet. Bright yellow icing streaks through crisp white layers that, with ones eyes closed, taste like perfect happiness.
(That smile on my face...and even on Allison's...only for lemon cheese cake)
This cake is not for the faint of heart. And thankfully, neither are all the people that guided me into adulthood. They are people who enjoy the process. Enjoy producing with their hands. Which is good because this cake requires separating eggs, sifting, slicing layers of the fussiest cake known to man, grating and juicing lemons, watching for translucence in the icing and fiddling with cornstarch. Not to mention the directions. They are vague and leave much to an experienced eye. If you don't have one of those...you are short of luck.
(Ma always made everyone's favorite desserts for Christmas at her house. Lemon cheese cake (top right) was always the one she made at my request)
(Lemon cheese cake birthday, 2011 ed)
I went to a baby shower today. Gifts filled the room alongside the sweetest decorations. We all exclaimed over the tiny outfits, handmade treasures, and handy gifts picked out just for a wee one we've never even quite met but already love. Isn't it something to be loved before you are even fully known?
I know just what it is like. And if that feeling were translated into a cake, I am certain it would taste just like lemon cheese cake.