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All that is mine is my mother and father's line
Photo-post. For my mother's birthday, we took her to Singin' in the Rain (1952) at the Somerville Theatre and then dinner at Za in Arlington, where my brother and his wife met us with their three-month-old. We went back to Lexington afterward for cake. I took pictures.
My mother's favorite color is orange. She loves autumn and nasturtiums and tiger lilies and birds of paradise. This year she asked for an orange cake, so my father made her one. Two layers of orange sponge with orange curd for filling and a buttercream frosting flavored with orange zest and oil, decorated on top with slices of Valencia orange and mint leaves for variety. It was served with plain whipped cream on the side.
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derspatchel helped light it.
My mother really liked it.
So did everyone else.
I am off to read Ben Aaronovitch's Broken Homes (2013) and sleep.
My mother's favorite color is orange. She loves autumn and nasturtiums and tiger lilies and birds of paradise. This year she asked for an orange cake, so my father made her one. Two layers of orange sponge with orange curd for filling and a buttercream frosting flavored with orange zest and oil, decorated on top with slices of Valencia orange and mint leaves for variety. It was served with plain whipped cream on the side.
derspatchel helped light it.
My mother really liked it.
So did everyone else.
I am off to read Ben Aaronovitch's Broken Homes (2013) and sleep.
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My father came late to baking; for most of my life, he handled the savory side of things and my mother the cookies, cakes, and pastries. About five years ago he started to get interested in breads and soufflés, from which he has been slowly branching out. I think this is his most complicated dessert to date and it came out really, really well.