My grandmother would bake the whole family her famous pound cake nearly every other day. I was tired of it.
I tried first spreading a bit of butter over it, mmmm. That got boring, so then I mixed honey into it. That also got old and then I started dipping it in sour cream, and so on… until I stopped eating it altogether.
Every time she baked it again I and my cousin would start making jokes “What’s for dessert?” “Do you know how to make anything else”. Sometimes we would give a slice to the dog, because why not? They loved it.
But when we had a guest, she would spread out a table and would bring out the pound cake at the end. The guests would be fascinated with it. I thought it was ridiculous. and that these people probably had no taste.
So this pushed me to seek out better desserts outside of my home with the little allowance I had and partially is responsible for my baking hobby.
Now I am living on my own on the other side of the planet and long to try my grandma’s pound cake 😀
I don’t know about you all but ever since COVID hit mid lent and we celebrated Easter my walk with Christ has been on the decline.
Perhaps now that church doors are being reopened and as we begin the Apostles’ fast tomorrow, now is a great time to starve, not only for food but the True Bread of Life.