Saturday, January 3, 2009


It's funny how things strike you when you aren't expecting it. I was baking in preparation for brunch tomorrow, and I was looking for a pan to bake my coffee cake in. I found a pan that was my mother's. Just a round blue pan that she used to make shortcake in. I wanted to cry, it was incredible the flood of memories that accompanied that little pan. My coffee cake is baking and I think it will be good, but it won't taste as good as the memory of mom's strawberry shortcake.

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