So, the maternal figure and I volunteered to bake a fancy schmancy cake, from scratch, for my cousin’s Holy Communion.
These are my documented results.
The Everything Everywhere.
The Invincible aroma of Freshly Baked.
The Porous-y Circle that vanquishes Human Resolve.
Fake snow Flying snow Fake Flying snow.
Rollin’. The hard way.
Making doughy memories.
KNEADING IT TO END.
White as Cate Blanchett.
Soft as cherub’s buttocks.
The most Communion-y Communion cake.