The one about the birthday cake...

The Birthday Man requested a Lemon Pound Cake...something I've never made before. Grandma used to make a very tasty version out of yellow cake mix and lemon pudding. However, since becoming very conscious of what goes into our bodies, I do my best to stay away from cake mixes. Made from scratch is not only healthier, it's cheaper. (I did leave my favorite white whole wheat flour in the cupboard and used unbleached white flour instead--something I'm sure the Niece and Nephews were thankful for.) My sister (Hi, Donia!) also makes a rather scrumptious lemon pound cake and I was a tad nervous to venture into her territory since they would be joining us for the festivities.


Jacob, once again, was quite the helper. Even helped ice the cake later...completely unsupervised. That was a surprise.


I have in my possession my grandmother's red and white checked Better Homes and Gardens cookbook. It has yet to fail me on baking recipes.

No, the cell phone was not staged. Sean was instructing at the range all day and kept texting me and whining about...er, um...chatting about the Stupid People and their crazy antics.


That's also Grandma's bundt pan...it's never failed me either. It looks like fake eggs and butter worked just fine!


Someone really, really wanted to help Daddy blow out his candles...he was restrained until we had at least finished singing. Just imagine if I'd put all forty candles on there--we'd have all needed to help out!


Wanna slice? There's still some left...and it's good too!