Dear Grandma

The other day, Brenna turned 16. And so I made her a cake. Making and decorating cakes for my siblings has become my present to them. This cake was a chocolate and coffee cake. The very first time I ever made a cake mostly by myself was with my Grandma. She pulled out one of her old recipes and we made the cake, also known as Brenna's cake (since it had so much chocolate) together. Ah the memories. Let me tell you I almost made many many many mistakes, but Grandma had a close eye on me and she helped my make it right. When all was said and done, it was a delicious cake. So Brenna's birthday cake recipe was a lot like my Grandma's. It was kind of hard to make it. I kept thinking of Grandma and just wanted to cry. When it was finished, I wanted to call my Grandma and tell her all about it. Tell her all the mistakes I almost made, tell her the mistakes I did make, but mostly tell her how it all turned out deliciously and I loved her. But I couldn't. That was hard. Below is a picture of Brenna and the cake, in memory of my Grandma. Simply, yet beautiful. Just like my Grandma always use to say when she finished her cake.