This has been the strangest way to begin a year. We thought we'd be headed one way, and it turns out that perhaps, very likely, we will be heading down a completely different path. It's been exciting and stressful, and I've been a bundle of nerves and ambivalence due to our sudden entrance into the world of real estate as we move toward purchasing a house. I'll probably spend more time writing about it once we're on the other side of it. For now, suffice it to say that great comfort was found in my old familiar Boise neighborhood last weekend, where I took a too-short trip to celebrate Mom's birthday, talk to my dad for hours about grown-up things like escrow accounts and calculated risks, and relax around the table with family.
Dad and I teamed up to make the birthday cake, using recipes found in his old Betty Crocker cookbook from his bachelor days: black midnight cake and white mountain frosting. He insisted on using the old Hamilton Beach mixer that I remember using as a kid, the one he knows (as opposed to the newer Kitchenaid). He prepared the cake (rich chocolate) and I made the frosting, which is apparently very similar to seven-minute frosting. This was the first time I've ever used a candy thermometer for such an endeavor, and it was surprisingly fun. I might go so far as to say that this my new favorite way to top a cake. So light, fluffy and pretty.
We carried it across the street to my brother's house for the sweet little dinner party. Thanks to my niece Sarrah for picking up the camera to capture some fun moments.
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